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LAFFER CURVE Draw up a profit from between the stemming stalks – The ceiling of window panes jams and droops. Each claustrophobic genus has its reunion cabin, and the collectors, cabinets cough through chimneys. But there are botanists with farms and farmers with tractor-top terrariums, pressure cooker of county and neighboring county. The rarest labors foam and sputter heady at the top and the menial has that old valley lava, hidden well |
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SELF-OF-STEAM That whale intellect, Melvillean head – weighty yank of tides – Who doesn't know the humid moment of a well wrought plan? Before, desiccated, it is scratched through to flow chart? (Let it flow with India Ink) The world's (floating and) floppiest diadem was meant to temper brilliance but called up usurpers with easy dissipation. Aeolian harp: grasps the higher frequencies of that heavy panting, heaps of breath. |
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BOTTLE BEACH Accidental buoys – some tough packed with sand and some standing beach absence, vapor in cloudy empties -- Crotal cola! Scotch whiskey! Once. But a cache-pocket of sky today props the creve-caving shore of tomorrow. Maybe landfills are a solution. Swansong, gullsong: castle-glass bricks the battlements rising for the last land-civ. |
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TAXONOMY Nothing to do with stuffing, save a redaction of all the elements. She stretched the whole grove's trees to build a single tent – "better the breeze implode it than waste the pollens elsewhere," the stunted trees were saying "abcission is just as much a cut as…" Upend all sitting rainwater and allow for inflation – Nerves grow behind glass globes and, a tap, an implant of jade claws. |
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WAYS TO PRESERVE Nordics and busybodies have sweated over cauldrons boiling with glass jars -- Part for the sake of sterility! Who wonders what insects hatch and feast and hatch among sun dried delicacies? The preservationists, the lily-gilders invented a confitified abundance, but also, the final maquillage (that art of arranging cut flowers in cut glass) and the marble table massage. |
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WEEKENDING In the mangrove forests, where no person lives, coastlines creep outwards. All the rest live on the edge of California or pitch tent cliff side. The curling stomach of the doe knows dryness in the birch forest and the town, all rank with bitter weatherproof. All hills and horizons shoulder the great wooden words NOT HERE. Far frontiers still do the spacedive that the urbane have refigured in feet of plateglass panorama. All waves breaks, tiny time-shares, over un-pact layers of collapsing crust. |
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DON THE BLINDERS Decimals delve too deep into particularities, wrecks of geologists, eyeing the fractals of the gem chest. The sailor can trade scurvey for potatoskins, limes, and that belief that drowning's not the seaman's problem. The sailor's shorecity brother suffers acute penetralia in the curtainless life of each neighbor who putters. The telescope, scanning whatever bits of horizon turn a good solution: Mine your business, men, for those sparkling constipations of carbon. |
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NOCTURNAL TOURING Or Dickens police escort, meet the pirates of peso cove and the irish of dollar alley. Five points is universal, that the idea rounded out in intersection, steerer, pentogram and moral editorial. Gravity is for pulling a compass oxen – you can see and tell them – are for pulling an honest plough. Read on the mobsters of chips casino, sit your chair in fours around the dinning room table. |
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CAPRI JET TRAVEL Capri jet travel exercises the unfamiliar in baking sands and live echoes. Should've been a hard sell, plura-littoral sunbathing, when almost each beach has all the necessary debris. There would be no shore without a rift, a grand collapse and a deep, teary chasm. Still, there is room for the choking gull and a freshwater bath on all continents and room always to rub elbows with the person passing nearest. |
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KHEPRI JET STUDIOS The credits get a mythical push in the final moments of the flickering screen. The movie palace, the lights rise and on and over the flocked and civil cushions while graphs & grams & glyphs are awash in the intricately established. A scarab's scitter marks were the famed words & names foiled only in gold, overcrusting stones, that focal point, canopic point. |
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GILDED AGECOACH "That's the bull in our tearoom" said the corsage to his union man - "A near threat – The china all a twitter." When the tea falls in the harbor and at tide all the finery in a breakdown, the gold pound for pat and the flatware its most malleable to lay a fine leaf on the coast's coniferous. Stained water creeps inland with a silken dust to line the billfolds and ferryboats. |
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A RELENTLESS ROUTINE Geometry in palms out radiates the tiling of pines. Neither make blush perennials, whose equinox surges ever astound; still, greens do plenty subtle battles. If botanists statested respective fossil frequencies, that plants that never surrender full or much matter… the more durable oil might ripen settlement for the worthiest meridian. Whatever the ever-lush lawn, it survives night-bloomers with a deposit that sound relieve the earth a population worth of retirement. |
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DEAD HORSE BAY Blind-sketch dolphin scales and all, foots a tureen -- absent it casts no shadow on the oily sand. The finest dish presented: punch, punch and vichyssoise, all the sorts of things that ruins endure before dignity. Rotten precedes skeleton, scab before scar, salmonella cesspool cooked elegant. |
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MEMORIAL LOCK while the dainties and drawers are woven by worms, whiling women, victorians, chain stitch and web gardens, stay seams with hair strands. the lace of cuticle, like rising mirror-foil is pressed behind a lens, linked around her neck chained around magpie's busy, stitching wrist. |
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MAIMED AND SPECIALIZED An alternative to taking to bed is to slide, at the remnants shop, into the folds of a shelved skein. (Cleopatra was so purposeful from within her carpet) Should one not roll flat, call it a problem of breeding – delicate ankles wouldn't dare squeeze from a winding. |
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CUTAWAYS The pen is mightier – in the Alzheimer's ward? -- than the sword? in a grade school classroom, to weave and window book covers and folders to knotty sheets of holes, make eyeglasses and wineglasses, the pinpricks lights -- the day, bored, caught sight the pen, pressed to point could dig and scrape and write, scripting in exacto knife. |
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HUTCHED UP the hammockry under upholstery falls to pieces in its own trenches. hanging loops of canvas, then batting, then tailored cushions cut in piping, grows weary even in duck hunt. with no fair warning, impaled and roasting, the spring has sprung. |
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HUSHED UP blushes – hush up. blinking. breadcrumbs soaked in shellac. blinking. moccasins with silver taps. blushes – before the water ruffles – hush up. |
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CLAUDE GLASS Any device to flumox the frame is packed for the grand tour, that saturated loop. Its portable authorities: to lightweight that macho vista, to ready the porte-valise. The hike, the finger dragged round the rim and bits of shrill forgery on the doctor's note for bedrest. A hoop of laurels rightly angled awaits this postcard, as a boiling vat of bronze awaits those alpine shoes. |
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TYPEFACE courier new – cut, stands & hooks & all, precisely with a jigsaw times new roman – each spindle hand turned & sanded. strung they stand together, cocked and supporting a perforating railing. |
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QUADRAPERIES Few traps are stitched for tiny claws, the tiny game no game at all: Who would envy an effort made with all that many hanging loops? No one ever looked on a lace loom And thought to live with eyes full of salt. a knotty knuckled old woman knows craft in closet years, its dragging stoop, and dried out fur, its coat of (too) many seams. |
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NEWFANGLEDNESSE Found in the counter-culture index: Run-of-the-mill spandex! Receive the yields of cataloguing and you could brand a letter for all these pages Instance, yesteryear's tapedeck is a fine bet, a robot's newborn brains don't account for that era. In centimeters, the spine of all this will take up whatever shelfspace and throb through the illuminated SPAN… the earlobes, uncovered fingertips. |
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VICARRIAGE True, the stereograph did not make a sound but was a worthwhile miracle in breaking colors and straining blocks. Honor bound, a birdcage's most sought amenity is a mirror, a funerary dropcloth, or a nice vanishing point Mentionable, the beauty of a distant bridge is a waterside compartmentalized the river flows forth, the filmstrip moves, opposite and far off the slow skate of silvertone pioneers. The fieldglass zooms, but maxim by maxim we deduce not so hard and close a place as a lovely teleported neighbor wrangling, wrastling, tending & parenting. |
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SURVEYOR'S SILOUETTE The gunter's chain link, long bar and the lighter weight and ease of corners. Cricks, streams and rivers add a hazy precision; the kitchen-apron's gentle rick-rack. Every surveyor, in his dreams, sees his neighbor farm, his country, his bit of green, As the next icon in artful bordering: Italy's boot, the Mexican cyclone, Manhattan's eroding totem, and in forty ounces crunched, California. Waking early, though, he knows fancy's clippers as the rite of tides. |
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CROUD OF IDEAS Every cave has a funnel at insistant threshold, surely as Sedona, Arizona has vortex tours and aura photos. At heights, gravity is an aggressive force and fall. High colour, deep air folds in the tricky reflections of water, an earth where waters never spun off the tips of spawning fronds and spinal armour. If the big bang's noise, a raffle number, had drawn a winner, such luck might sharpen focus in the unfathomable pulls. |
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LOST WAX PROCESS When the paraffin stands as a watery pool it burns into second melt. Echoes of car music, porch music through the wavy-warm air. The art-cast is the one that slips away, a few toxic vapours and escalating distances. The craft-cast will linger on its progeny and on in the museum of industry. |
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