(slang)

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mine are here:
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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and, some poems from my latest, ~ Eating the Animal Back to Life ~ :

[the alien wept but was not heard weeping]

not all
drones
dream
of you

[themes for patience]

I am half
the survivor
I ate for.

I took my son to a bowling alley and gave him an egg.

my daughter’s sense of touch
was so delayed
she lost sleep
thinking

of all the things that had turned into her hands.

communion was god’s plan to leave heaven.

[truancies]

pain is under the impression it’s on the move.

the brain
a fire
that cannot
spread.

in a world of non-competitive
seizing
I show my son
how to waste
his hand
on the hand
signal

that called away
vandalism’s

angel.

[heyday]

after many nights spent praying to my mom, gender was my only option. by some miraculous failure of successive thought, I watched as I vanished before I could become the living proof I needed to circumvent nostalgia. does god still control himself in front of children? you made a robot from the parts of a peeping tom.

[background stories]

in one car, a baby with a staring problem is on hour number three. in another, my sister takes photos of her dog. dying is a chew toy. be as unmoved as your attackers.