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June Second, 1910

from No Chemistry by Two Man Luge

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Chased, run off
Water
We love
To the water
A veiled face behind a thin curtain before the window
That we could go back to the backyard, on the rocks
We love
On the front steps
2557
We love
Stratosphere
The two of them stayed up late
he felt like he was outlasting him
You dead
Locked arms
Tried
We love
the porch steps when the truck drove by holding the chicken cages, feathers and necks and feet sticking out the sides. Back to under the tree, deep in the fury. Back to the supply depot, Back to the trailer. Back to bliss. Back to frustration. Back to the last time. The last. Back to the bells-----=-

Traditionally abortive or garrulous lest of the unbroken design I am what detrimental reasoning and breathless crying in a house underneath the boiling and crackle I am cliff face and im caught by the tree its arms break my back. The veins of the trunk pumping silence and serene half moons and im made of wax sometimes wherever the two of I are going or the half of I tracking and gestating with the gibbous

Whatever rage is made of. wherever rage goes afterwards when your scalp is sucked dry and you can’t cry on meds so you scream instead and keep driving and your center is clear of all of it and you breathe with the burden of time and energy that will have to be spent or had just been spent or ever were spent now, of ever being since your hand on your mother’s belly and after and all the seconds that lived without your knowing that you can’t see now or never saw so that even the pictures in your own head can’t be trusted but the picture from your eyes and with the words crowding up inside them and you still have to sleep and wake from it

Of course you still have to wake




Where is the dead wave?
Tunas grow like sunny sailors.
Ships die!
God, faith!
All moons love lively, rough girls.
O, courage!
Never fight a wind.
Why does the jackhammer shrink?
The old girl roughly buys the light.
Slums run like grimy hoods.
Exhaustion, desolation, and love.
Damn, exhaustion!
Gab quietly like a faceless rain.
Why does the gull grow?
Why does the blood travel?
They got the watch fixed.
I called him "the cashier".
They hear the girl crying.
Those politicians found the box empty.
I name the baby Susan.
Ships die like old mainlands.
Work, love, and noise.
Isiss endure!
All cigarettes desire small, hot slums.
Oh, noise!
They have him drive.
I got the TV repaired.
Never get a flower.
George named the dog Fido.
Those musicians kept the milk cold.
Trucks shrink!
I entice happy eruptions beyond the trees
Be watchful. The stink will die
We bend scary virgins behind the grave
in another country
Awaken! The sin is over
I named the dog fido
Luke made him cry.
We are hot in the light
a phone ringing somewhere
with what memories
So comely over the land
You grasp electric ghouls over the clouds
God! The twilight is going
Evil and mournful beyond the light
At how many harbours
my likeness
forget to go home
never knowing how
to sing, to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly
I called him "the carpenter".
She folded her handkerchief neatly
Be transparent. The thought has vanished
greying restless
Watch the chicken sit and moulder
though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly
When I was little I had a car door slammed shut on my hand.
I still remember it quite vividly.

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from No Chemistry, released May 7, 2017

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