November 2 2013

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The sun squints

Clouds writhing

Flightless around

An oyster-flecked

Canvas

There is no day

Without hindrance

Without

The suppression

Of umbrage

I am certain only

Of discontent

*

I just want to write

Until my fingers

Fall away wet and viscous

Like torn fruit

I just want to rise

Effervescent against

A taciturn tongue and palate

And speak unabashedly

About anything

So long as that anything

Doesn’t involve

A habitual complaint

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