late squandered thermals
chance
after chance
I
roll with it
die-casting
my lobotomy
into
Id-ville's shining
depots of desire
I
hear the train's
a-coming
abundance
in
patio furniture
resin
molded
swank-analia
in curved
bottoms
and
rested swagger
holding
me
I
am wading
the
daily handle
the
numbers
the
sequential chaos
hold
all tickets please
there
is an inquiry
into
shirt sleeves
and
rolled change
heavy
copper
soft
silver jangle
I
beg cup to cup
with
every act
of
courage
I
have trembled
away
from
my watch is made
by Lazarus and
is held
in synchronicity
with
enchantment
and
can last a year
for
every grain of sand
I
can carry cupped
in
my hands
from
high tides
and
hope
to
low tides
with
nothing gathered
but poems and
the ghosts of radiation
EJR
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