“the ocean blinks”
the ocean blinks
and touches the kingdom
of turtles
pigeons fly
above fences
by divine permission
I am waiting for
a silver summer
and you dancing
the debris
of my life
have grown eyes
during the civil war
I remember
the sparrow grandmother's
afternoon stories
the job market
crashes
into the teapot
I nurture my hard-on
and the revolution
in a pure bass moment
ghosts genuflect.
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