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i guess i am the motel
they and them and they and they
by the week in

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i guess i am the wrecked highchair out front
or was that a pitiful plastic kid slide
i guess i am the dog on some yellow nylon rope
i guess i am chewing free and lope lopin glad
guess i have a golden mouth
to share out red wind with 

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good little fires
high as the hairs
belly of the deer
accordion for fawn
every song needs some
mosses little green hairs
children given to despair find joy in tornadoes

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out of the blue and just in time
so many young ones singing and i
the one none i love to be
each silver lip erasing me
numberless jingle
stipulation free
unless it is to love sing
a love song
to you dust

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you too built boats
and bridges in ears
from stiff matchsticks
restless body dreams
some mattress flung
off the back of a truck
and onto the speeding road

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just enough jostle to strike
and catch and climb
wide as the wall
undressed between
night and day

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ask the tick
for the ink
from the heart
crawls the fox
from the heart
drawls the fox
from the heart
draws the fox out
lost beauty mark

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quick sketch map
back of the envelope
louder with wind itchin
milk parlor door there
asleep in tall grasses
bend with the wind
and traveling light

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wasn't ever no key
the key was the door 
and ya had ta shoulder it
open sure step in and
elbow the sweaty switch and
set it all down pure and pick it all
up and see to things 
spat dog crap swallow nest
chaw plug stuck bone jaw
silent joust above 

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and a coupla fledgling leavings
caterpillar hair finger mirage
if this is a crown
this is a crown
gonna stick
until days grace
weight with feathers
up and out and out and down

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live flight lines like i feel
around dark for
a glass of shy water airfish 
turn turnip green
auctioneer breads his butter
bluegrass fast i know it now

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singer sings wings
home is how
old eyes berry
in flues of robins
leaning that way
reach out my eyes
and pet myself wet
with window juices

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yeah wing over ear
brush dust the mantel
and mantle of years
myself happy gone
tinker of old
cold clangs i am
just by motion

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one man band
stepper fix yr upper broken room
nothing says love you like waterballoon loons
and our forever view of lost lake
clasped like a glass eye
in swamp fats

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lift a sandwich
like a broken horn
like a stolen horn
borrow wears better
than ever blow first notes
to i see a shore

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day bat day bat 
swallow hey swallow hey 
whose baby's first
icecream heart
is stretched air
in peeper necks will
swell the circle around

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pinball dreams
hotair balloon greens
full horses
snoring ferns
before i know i am
crane beak
bonneted white
noisy petrified
snail shell snail shell snail 

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crawl in small
crane in smaller still
and fox the
custodian of flame
ticklish with creek sand
might say taught wayward by
grins silver
red white when fire
eats paint
off a blue beer can

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This snippet of sonic caterwaul stems from my new manuscript "Surgencies" whose co-agitators include spring peepers and barn swallows and every rock and rocking non-human yonder, near, biting, and ballast.