What do bombs sound like?
Like my neighbors' closet door
--or the planes above?
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The geese are awake
Golden like the sleeping sun
--the memory stays
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I love mass produced hotel art.
There's something poetic about that.
unripe crab apples
hidden from the pale blue sky
--sweat down Gunslinger's nose
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Coyote drinks the mud, dirt, and marsh
--disinterest in mountains and men
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pale pink dress and birds
chirping, trapped, and terrified
--mouth full of bile, blood
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metal on metal, molten cores, earth turned into sin
--Death in an inch
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lazy Wind comes carrying no rain
--no clock tower, but noon still strikes