a torrent of small rushes

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war poem 2
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bak shot gleened. an event. of note.
thus 2
this too
shall end in tears
like breths taken in
and stoln out
from the webspaces
moist
between the index and middle
graceless but for that
what is undenied
mend the starry i'd
never want to harm or see
like clockward fornication in worms
yet the flood of hands continyu clapping
the day dies pritty in the musty head office
and people join the ranks of the broken winged painters
to bendback time tornchild. walk
while you own limbs. walk
with my soul on quickwater
before u make foolish air crimson in a whiter rhume than this
take mine. walk (cl(over) put seed in
panicked gardens
and remember the scent of your own blood
andmercury mixt
take mine. walk (l(over)
before we shall leave this place. me the
loudes t
lourdes
won't work
goddamned lies of carpentry
fool brother to winter. smite thine hands
take mine. (c(over)wrung tight
around my rape and play a sound intangent
near the black gate open lies an ivory key
and a photo of ink still wet on a page
and a girl crying stop
for a boy noone knows
by his tears or his taste or a look into his pocket