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| Apathy creeps over a beach of promises. Can a talking centipede ever stand upright?. Sofa goddesses surf with remote expectations. |
| The stranded word has a dead spider in its mouth. The comedy of correctness no longer amuses. The waiter closes his menu; he asks for no order, he desires no tip. |
| 1-1-1-1-0-0-0-0-1-1-0-1-0-0-1-0 |
| Arches of triumph rise above freed flakes of� skin. |
| Bread and water, brothers and fathers, follow the black worth of others. |
| Cream-colored trash of myself floats on my sea of friends. |
| A cough renders the bishop's corpse invisible. |
| Down in the copse, risible ceremonies dance against commerce. |
| Dense with traffic, my arteries cry for purity |
| Echoing sobs of white noise escape from the room with the barred bed. |
| I groom Shakespeare's beard with a wire brush, searching for genius |
| Fire blush, looking genuine, is a wisp of paint on the old nun's cheek. |
| AFTER THE APEX OF LUST |
| At the bottom of an ancient void a child wakens from dreams of dancing. |
| Go on a choreic nightmare into the sweet dark bayous of fancy. |
| Tangy black beauties often see the rising sun of alchemy. |
| How surprising -- runs of black earth persist in magma's ocean. |
| Keep going in a hot rocking motion while chanting frantic mantras. |
| Invoking frenzied contras causes silence in the house. |
| Crusades are unsound, but under every roof parents sentence their children to prison. |
| Juvenile statements generated for an oubliette make me doubt I am making� progress. |
| Confounders create congress between pyramids and castles. |
| HIERARCHIC HASSLES |
| more echo poems ... |