a 2nd one sounded

confused from the beginning



stand on
private danger
of a dangling
measure


words by a
slow breath they
yearned of
the eccentric night


worse than ringing
the riverbank willow
you spin from garden
to making a slim book
bout a needle of light
sweating in your head
& in time with the lesbian medallion



a fancy

man bites your

knuckle ( against

jawbone all

matter of taunting
is spanking
the minute
rest & cluster
the barnacles
as they tighten
coarsely round
the oar


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