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Enchanted by War

The head Is only sending love The bridges it never crossed The failure before the mountaintop But the heart is enchanted by war The head acts first But the eye Sees in reverse And where the soul Perceives its fit Is other pposite War has faith Love is its name And the blind man detonates Reaching for his cane

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This Side of Aberdeen

20.000 leagues under the sea Maybe there’s a Spanish kingdom waiting there for me Some bearded senorita hands me the city key   But I’m nine lives down, no tenth in view So I’ve pitched my tent where they are setting up for Waterloo Dreaming in the shadow of that great big hulaballoo   The puppet master wears a taffeta Patch of green to keep his burns from being seen …

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Under Nazarene Skies

The trumpet is strangling On another victory And the sun has deposited Down a well its progeny Eyes shine under Nazarene skies Someone took the bells from the horses They are charging at you from inside a dream Sockets pits of teeming ingots Light ricocheting silently Eyes shine under Nazarene skies What begins as a word Returns as a sword under the tongue

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Scenes from The Life of A Man in Cowboy Boots

Puerto Rico, 1958. Sampled, processed and edited Center for Applied Linguistics audio recording of an unidentified woman describing pictures from “A Pictorial Linguistic Interview Manual” by Stanley Sapon. From the Library of Congress: The Center for Applied Linguistics Collection contains 118 hours of recordings documenting North American English dialects. The recordings include speech samples, linguistic interviews, oral histories, conversations, and excerpts from public speeches. They were drawn from various archives, …

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El sacerdote ha sido mordido por un pug

The vine pole killer Lightning melted the bells 200 resin tappers 16 members of the fighting 31st The stoker swam away The ice fisher sat in the cinders A Nebraska-shaped rose- Tinted stained-glass window plate Dislodged and was saved It is now wrapped in a shroud White paste and melted chocolate Smeared on a pair of fingers Together inspected For odor, contrast and taste Color and texture The tongue Repeatedly …

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Mrs. Bobby Thompson

Strong words at the motel The veteran said mind your business Tympanis of drying towels She waited for them to finish Then she rolled her cleaning trolley up One wheel orbiting sideways on it How did the shot heard round the world sound To Mrs. Bobby Thompson?   Plaster from a shattered cast Like a prehistoric eggshell Shadow patterns where the pieces scattered On the windowsill Behind the blinds footsteps …

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Arch:Loop:Whorl

Broken in form Broken in spirit Word of you comes But you’re no nearer   I can live without it all Everything you took But not with what in me these Dreams of you awoke   Staring at the wall Looking for a keyhole Staring through a keyhole At a point on the horizon   World is cinders Measures a drop The wide, wine-dark ocean In my scope   Yet …

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On Drew’s Creek

Interview with Howard Miller about hunting and hound dogs on Drews Creek. April 22, 1995. Interviewer: Mary Hufford.

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An Irregular Violin, Strangely Bowed

There’s an animal in there I can hear it breathing The predator is hesitant It must be measuring the steps Away from the nest it will let you get Before intervening Silver strands The handiwork of hands Conversation threads Comprise his bed and when the creature sounds: An irregular violin Strangely bowed Late one summer evening His mother’s voice warns him off A creature had retreated Below the porch What’s …

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Hunting from Balloons

A light bulb with a patchwork skin Of colors, as of workout clothes Below: the sticks and stone of Spring In low ravines the frost and snow Camouflaging corpses blend into The un-re-greening ground But stars of hemoglobin burst On the trees and whited crowns We are hunting from aerial balloons We are hunting from aerial balloons Water bottles out-endure The child residents Piled on riverbanks One slips into the …

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