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[chucklingpecan]

My disembodied arm

reaches from behind your back

and applies phantom fingers

to the keys of your

hidden instrument

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Better

to write

it down

Paper

won't

blush

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The essential

connections

under served

by a starving

alphabet

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In the basement watching mice skitter along a copper pipeline trail

The hot furnace eye blinks at the two of us

Me & Phil in the shadows gobbling popcorn and tussling over the nature of power line technology

[chucklingpecan]

Something's wrong

Load

the wagons

full of

Something's Right

Dump it

into furrows

Sanction

its life

with turnips

Let the sun

perform

a jig

Our gnarled faces

beaming

[chucklingpecan]

In this recurring dream I'm always eleven or twelve and in sixth grade at Bonehead Elementary. I'm trying to figure out how to multiply 123 by nine and visualizing Diane Williams in her gym shorts. I brought ham sandwiches for lunch and they're becoming quite warm in the coat room.

In the dream's improved version calculators have been invented, lunch is a delivery pizza, and Diane and I are both naked. We can fly, but haven't yet mastered flapping our arms for propulsion. We just float motionless in mid-air above our classmates.

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One hour sketch

Pencil/pen and ink

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Even the

shadows cast

by missiles

rip the flesh of

history

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So I arrive in Heaven #2 Sort of a preview visit. This god’s a big friendly guy and the grass is very green. He blesses me with a sloppy smooch on the nose. I give him a nice warm hug and whisper my question in his ear:

Why did you make me need glasses?!

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Inside the castle

six troubadours with guitars

and a fair maiden

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Lush tufts of fur sprouting in his ear hole

Joints hankering for titanium

Dream driving the car Plunging through an ultimate grey

On the edge of expiration a phantom breeze from childhood reminds him of soft sweet hummingbird songs

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A hot surge of fear

With the incursion of sharks

(...Ease out of the pool...)

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A driver in Cleveland pulls up next to the intercom and orders a hamburger

The crows see nothing odd in this and flap off into the new Heavens fancying themselves festive like black velvet butterflies

In a parking space the car idles its heater treating the day’s chill like a minor disease

The hamburger is tasty with perfect squirts of ketchup and mustard fondling the pickles

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As midnight looms I sometimes feel the sharp edge of a poem hankering for fresh air

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Birds are plummeting

The old earth totters backwards

Dodging their impact

[chucklingpecan]

When my brother died

I didn't think much

about resurrection

Slabs of foundation

had shifted

and I felt something

just gurgle out

through the fissures

and the world

went flat

On the

best days

now

I can sometimes

pretend he’s in

an infinite sea

Alive

[chucklingpecan]

I heard

the quiet voice

of god

on someone else's

phone