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Suppose an hallucination
arose from sensuous smoke
to the heart of a cocker spaniel

We hear the Hollies and pick a song
and this ring-ringing ringing
pointing colors my thoughts white

Please forgive my sleep
as I walk through silk and death
torn rags fluff and rise in fear

The five elements abandon me
tonight of all nights I could have
taken them down

but red was your flag and I
watched as it waved frantic
and white was stiff

The electronic arm took
all the gifts I floated, adored, then
stripped the house, chained them

to this one room, this dark cherry
chamber, windows spinning with symbols
No one ever learned from storms

I remember you tender here
Yet no matter how much I stretch
my fingers do not reach you

(An earlier iteration of this poem appeared in Literally Literary, August 2017. Thanks to Jonathan Greene.)

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here. “Women zai shuo ba” as the Mandarin say. Born 2016.

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