wallpaper fall
you'll be wound
singing raw bone blues
a portrait
who moved and couldn't be found later
paranoia season
traced back along the word lines
me editing
books on the sill
we used to wander
mysterious haired
reposeful hands
transforming milk into wine
water color illuminations
wise eyed for wry conversation
honest at the kitchen table
focus'd on the clothesline raindrops
this is it
wash the negative
palatable cleansing
swimming between tear soaked lips
(captions of Ginsberg intertwined)
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