Tag: red
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Mood’s milk
At once I wept, seeing that incredible web Kept so well. Ring-depth dipped finger purity test Abreast the restless dead, I press the dead for news of what’s ahead The gallery of nudes toward which I am led Forces my eyes to my shoes The salary of abuse this incommunal mood Incommunicable, dreadful, my blueness…
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Red kicks
Hooker back from Oz wearing red shoes I’m across the water like the Red Jews Teasing answers from the Pentateuch I release what’s pent up beneath my thatched roof Rafters bent where I tied my noose Red mouse where I hit you with a head kick Red wrist where I carved a glyph with my…