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Random Poem:

in australia you can weep bathwater

i think this            
though it isn't flowers or windowsill
i was sly
and caring
with the dust of you on my tongue
or the plain of my shirt
its nuanced wrinkles
and crooked me- still inside of it. it's been two days or whens like:
when she looks at me, when am i not the fullest blind i can be?
and my collar aches to be
a coward's sail
on the lake [the closest body of water is always the lake when you don't want to see the end of the earth in your vision of somebody so very beautiful]
with a push of palm to her
and let go -  and i  
squint at three
months of letting go
like it was a saturday and
the moths were on the light shade
with my corpse dangling pretty 'neath moth flutter
or facebook a reason to
later say i am sorry for not
really being
happy enough
sadness so awful
and so sadly mount her wall with my emoticons, or pm a kiss i would
later call a typo,
as if.
i wanted her in july, and now i have dry-heaved myself six cycles of moon
oz is the red certainty, the koala country
where i wuss, lap through shark
bites of her.
my mouth mouths memories:
called her "north star" or every one
i can't quite recall
but the sand shifts beneath my feet
and she is
nothing australia couldn't burn
in trees
or a tub that i plugged.

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