Some CITY poems from my self-published collection ‘untouched in the capital of soon’
untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages poems, Sept 2021
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city 13
God wasn't there when image called off its search
city 14
A photo eats better than a mirror
city 15
I don't imagine that I'll ever be
as angry as every
third wolf
city 16
The detail that got away from death was almost perfect
But I should not
have understood your poem
city 19
Time an exit wound that god closes with our need to miss a creator
city 20
Death still thinks my son is fast
city 21
Future is the part of the snake the astronauts eat last.
city 32
sleep cries itself to death I wrote
a poem similar to the poem below You love
another
city 36
A running shower that prays impossibly on the body of our lowest sibling for the return of a bomb-maker's homesick drone
city 37
An angel burned for soundproofing crows
city 40
The dream on its deathbed sees a film on emptiness
city 41
Animals pretend to live here
But don't eat much
city 44
Keeping the baby despite its perfection
city 46
A paper airplane on fire in a helpless mirror
city 57 or 58
A puppeteer rubbing her hands over a book of spells for the untouched
A shy thief whose items change shape
city 59
Practice forgetting
city 60
(how to starve a microscope in god's museum)
city 69
Crow, with seashell
city 70 or 71
The short past of my body in the small of yours
A baby chewing on its hand in pile of leaves
city 72 and 73
The boy has one mouse
All named Cigarette
city 74
In its shadow grief the window
in the open Mirror
city 77
Occasionally the odd ghost that worships blood and glue
city 78
I can't always find the year I believed in god
city 79
Instead something joins the body
And two places
Die
city 80
How quietly they eat
This far, even
From the birdwatcher's strangled son
city 81
I forget to eat and god says I am swimming
city 115
Ballet or the lost mind of a snowstorm
city 116
Oh how gone it is the ghostjoy of lighting a mother's cigarette in a dream that gets my mouth wrong
city 121
My memory isn't what it will be.
Povertavoid, avidsad, handbefore.
She wants a flowermysonisdead.
city 122
We get our thunder from snow's dream.
A baby invents kneeling
with a fork and an outlet.
The wind is slowly eaten by what
city 123
There's not much to know, really.
The puppeteer sleeps all day and the fisherman all night.
Hide your hair in your mouth.
city 126
I can't be around people who know how to swim. It's not, I know, the best way to start a city. God wants to be alive all the time. Everything in my body is recent.
kingsoftrain 
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