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oil spill lyric
after a steel-framed day
my array-aged brain just collapsed corralling small drops
into the bottom the cavity's gushing
seabed unscrews the towering day's
empty pledge spreading its plume
over spring, that foul breath
a net of dead gallons hemorrhaging
the meter stops running. crams the predawn shopping center with celestial slurs
a mangled chandelier of restless bounty hardens its shell
seasons chained to number. barreling into day
would the response have been the same. a domed container
of R and D blizzards pumping black marshes thwarted, and young
blue-green birds off-ed in three months. how much is out there.
you wrap my balled skeleton with roots, fronds glimmering now and again
line this estate with plasticized stilts. I part your trunk, pile your leafless roses
against its steps. your eyes these clumps of brick floating gaping thru the doorway
like hair ripped from someone's head.
I want to carry your skin nursing fenced coal trapped behind mirrors in a storm
where we bear what little salt edge rises out the narrow hurricane.
this, more or less, has been our history.
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constancy hard to maintain
characters fail Tiger’s lover pregnant
others more thoughtful try philanthropy
without makeup
in bondage to low-Glycemic index
a vanity free Proactiv pay-offf
as low as your derivative
not my climate
to vote to block
to inch to schedule to consider
picking off insURGENTs to lessen the BUFF aloe chicken wrap
caption this budget quote Borrowing Beiber end quote
for you
now let me be clear over the next ten years
I didn’t say open quote one person can save trees end quote
I said open quote together we can save forests end quote
next read in fine print using remote-controlled vehicles
don’t judge a trauma specialist by their
psychotropic selections
you may also be interested in working online or else choose
firing squad over hanging which has wild west aura if condemned for exceeding 3-1-1 carry on’s 3.4 ounces
if security levels offer something for everyone
each experience has
oil sheen of expendability
gimme one spoonful of fame and
I swear I’ll be able to bury this galore of improbabilities
speaking in barbaric yawps
mining the boiler-room for matter
one-eye on the lecture circuit where all the great glorification factories
re-magnify the soul
God’s tone-deaf work interview
one small step for mankind, many loopholes for lobbyists’ mortgage-backed perfect-storm
a very-savvy astronomical body
my onshore jeopardy can be ballasted up or down by altering roles
in an ongoing winter although there are certainly other frames
within which it could be considered ensuring overlooked ways
throughout a world of tile yanked out of each of us.
- Nicky
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