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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Thursday 3/29/2012 01:14:00 AM

resilient tadpoles suckle the teat of disonance. her armchair chokes. on the resolve of frail men. leathery ghosts pinned to the carbon of precious lies. delicate truths. the skid between ambivalence and addiction. soft sketches. on hard paper. each moment an envelope. desperate to be sent.

frequent atoms on a collision course. frantic molecules. hunting the edge. dead bulbs. in the basement of her flesh. dark, but still too hot to remove.

the oedipal. soft clay chases the oven. still warm enough to remember. heavy dolls weighted with choices. smiling anvils as she approaches the edge. the lie still warm in her ear.

the distance is measured in strays and poets. one road to take us far from here. the same one to bring us back.


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