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My stories

God the drunken carpenter

God, like his son, was a carpenter and a drunken one: too fond of water to wine, working loaded when he forged this Earth making mangy lions, horrible deep sea fish, marsupial ducks,
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big nothing haiku

artists battle wasps for their espresso outside in the thorn garden under bright bill-boards gray men with missing legs beg, unknown yankee dregs New Yorkers await
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the angel anarchica

as black stars align she ascends from the cold war ether on riot wings into a decadent age prepared for her like a five-star table complete with swan napkin and free speech salad fork
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panic flashes

when the perilous moment comes (if not the next then the next or the next) I'm going to freeze up again like a coward or a lamb green schoolboy after all my adventures,

"kensho" on the rail-road tracks

smiling through the sweat savoring the dregs of summer, feet as light as the shining blue zenith that surrounds me, gliding over oil-mottled rainbows, walking on eggs and coffee,

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