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walking down to the corner
7-Eleven there in Phoenix,
sidling in for an early
morning newspaper, i
didn’t look up til i
"Christ Went to the Wrong Planet" [From THE NAPALMED SOUL]there are no fucking miracles
aside from the fact that i’m
i am nothing but
bits of paper, grains
of sand pressed
hot
against
hard flesh, campfires
burning bright against
the still night.
"Fisherman's Wharf" [from PLACES]Sea lions stretched as on a rack


