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		<title>Three Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:06:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>Inchoate work / the oven on, clicks / document the memory<br />
of beginning / burst of bulb, flowers / vermillion / the jaw<br />
the slew the scapula the spine trail of body / an obedient<br />
vessel weeding the rain, like pennies for all Paulines. / Jesus<br />
gracious cut it out I can’t keep up absurd you speak to me / a sayer<br />
a doer a complicit imposter / <em>a good new picture</em> / seeds / doubt.<br />
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<strong>– – –</strong></p>
<p>Circling the immigrant’s breviary, a red-tailed hawk files it under ‘noon’,<br />
necessary / reminds the M. that who lives, / laces the sea with <em>thine own<br />
canto</em> / that who seeks to at once flee himself / elevates herself. / A<br />
balloon catching wind / the quotidian as windows / on romance / on<br />
defeat.<br />
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<strong>| | |</strong></p>
<p>1619, first cargo on the swollen St. James. Bill T. asks <em>Who wants to talk<br />
about slavery? Really who?</em> A little lace / some handsome / and I wanna big<br />
delay / a meadow-drown overdose / a confluence of child, thickets, and high-<br />
cal <em>suppose</em>. Will / I end with the going or the in it / the work or the mounted<br />
moon? / Will we, the excuses we make, the stanzas we hew / cradle— . / Revise<br />
the birch for its aspirin.</p>
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