Two Poems

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Daily sorts support                        limbless disagreements  scene: local house haunted                lenses soldiering space                          erect mourning Keep going                          frame correction Keep going                          transcontinental lame Enough mountains pound              sprinkles into tiny towns:              murder petals end              punishing stalls to beach looms              formed season other Inherited horizon mutilates mask trumpets           tapping           to carry difference they tap              occupied present over and over sliding this spun past Corralled cycles leak sharp points               carry artifact: limit signal present pulse: empty boxes              heaving heavies of hurried color hanging Elect of relative killed              bones swinging porch and rafters              farm image bleeding contempt              to prize must mean memory returns more than its got Go on                          covered seams Grow on                          lonely crime: break apart singled: shorter flag safety could be            slits to a parapet--there is nowhere else to go          pipes geography like      a                      five year old Bringing                          fold Bring it                           ancient Legend conversation a post               to come back                 to circling structures    surround paint-gardens               branching cornered into broken Make up mind              with thatch roof envy wakes with heads hanging bodies                           missing complications inviting taped sections to parade This has nothing to do We, city to make              beautiful days, turn               struggle into murals.              Ruins of spiked red brushes strain to say, “pleasure takes hung space: ambiguous hint of breakdown: a singled piece of every.                          The first representation swallows sound. Some call today, some step down is occurring. No shift. A basement rapidly storying, we may miss a tell of relation.              Broke frames of graded,                                  we begin as                            both, bare with                    hammer in hand. A has barriers to rebuild: sad, lost. Blood to other, it is it is not, this is too global:: You. Enemy. There. I . Me. Here stroked to cultivate, “is with particular between space changing                      scaffolds. It is already happening.