October 2012
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You are the demon -
I am the destination, or, final resting place
where a tree grows up and out of chalk-white earth
and all is salty and smells like the absence of smell and
yep, that’s what I am and I feel just great.
April 2012
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From a new poem
Well, a re-worked poem.
“…you’re my Passi Lover, I want your silver up against me.”
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