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4 Poems


the blackbird’s shadow bans itself

we blame the epigraph of birds

the good cop of the first born son

a stash of something frosted

in the nose or tips of hair or teeth

the pearly gates of prisons

heaven’s bars redacted

documents a bible verse

of motel dreams a banner streamer

twitch of us together

on the shelf of cheap ideas

bottom shelf bourbon

blues of heaven sent the light bill

hell of angel’s motorcycle

driving through heaven with no helmet on



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