After R.B.

I sat with Bukowski

on the steps of the

dock, smoking a

cigarette, shooting

lasers at the moon to

measure the distance

from dusk to dawn.

He talked about drink,

starvation and crazy,

crazy women. I talked

about Plato, Elvis and

Baudelaire. The sun

went down and the sun

came up. The post office

dug its deep claws

in...

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the dead done gone and did it again
the dead done gone and shredded your heart
the dead will whistle their one refrain
the dead they tear your song apart

the dead done gone and shredded your heart
the dead paid the piper but forgot the tune
the dead they tear your song apart
the dead will be your playmates soon

the dead paid the piper but forgot the tune
the dead mar...

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circling they fly across september

blood red council of crows

hand in hand we lie stubble scraping

watching the portents

formation mirroring our own outstretched arms

touching the horizon gathering the harvest

annunciations of plenty

we declare the heavens open for business

we declare the heavens open for feasting

between the trees beneath the crows

we pl...

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