bareheaded beneath this cupola of motion
my thoughts arranged like paint on a high blue ceiling.
-from Student of Clouds by B.Collins
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- I Don't Drink Tea from Sytrofoam
- A few haikus
- It's All I ever Do
- like putting legs on a snake
- Lost in a Town of Pigs
- leave me alone
- "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" b...
- it's over over over
- for the world is hollow and I have touched the sky
- and of course henry the horse dances the waltz.
- I just liked you more
- I can't help quoting you because everything that y...
- Like This Together by Adrienne Rich
- Caligula would have blushed
- The moon is cold Joannes
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