the limits of similitude:
we were like this together
poetry
Sonnet as Orpheus, again
Always looking back already the singer
Rock climbing in a steady onslaught
Like the edges of the voices standing still on the wind
Built a rowboat with the wood
I am an advocate of buoyancy.
The Turn of the Tide
light flickers on the sear leaf
Life with Dick
My dick wakes me
The Bismarck
They say the Bismarck
Time Capsule
The objects went in easily
Routine
I imagine your room as you wake: it's shaking.
Homefront
I miss you. Ginsberg
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