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prison sketch
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I’m bound with indigo irons,
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peppered in ancient, ochre rust.
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Asleep or awake,
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every flamingo sunset vomits up another inky star rise and twilight,
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its hues cobalt, lead, mercury;
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white noise a drone
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against the hum, clang, and clatter of locks, gates, and guards.
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Locusts and chains.
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They leave plague, infection, scars;
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wide, deep, lasting:
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a schism in the abyss in the bowels of salvation.
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These are desert glaciers, silent bombs, virgin hookers, reasonable religions.
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I claim this yoke,
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plastered in the wet earth;
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my likeness a morbid statue.
 15
Whose years have extinguished all the fires of the heart:
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Bring them to this valley of victims, this canyon of crooks.
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Bring them to their criminal education,
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I am the resident intellectual,
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drunk on Stockholm Syndrome;
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comedian, local celebrity.
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I am the yardstick against which all else is measured:
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A novel record; endless lies.
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28 Mar 16


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