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please don’t leave my virtual hellscape
but you took my loot
yes you did!
you yanked it out from under me
while i was trying to help you
i used my last magic points
to cast respawn and save your ass
the trouble of the long journey
you appeared as if out of thin air
the next dimension slicing through
again you lived
and then you immediately took my loot
even though your inventory was full
so you had no space for the the stolen items
i watched you drop your common boots
and your starting short sword
and a torch, unlit
i watched you pick up the legendary axe
a legendary, two-handed axe
which you are not permitted to use
given your singled-minded focus on luck and charisma
and frankly game-breaking ignorance of
strength and endurance
the legendary two-handed axe
rightfully mine but a burden to you
your movement is minus two
the party is only as fast as the slowest mover
(you. you. you!)
—i didn’t mean to criticize
no, i think
the way you loot
breaks all of my rules
please don’t leave my virtual hellscape
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~cob fare~
touch a candle
the scent shows where the air goes
here the air moves slower
blink battery king light blink
who knows what it might mean king
what does it add up to
darker than red, more or less
then, beneath all that
down the stairs
down the stairs
under the basement
down the stairs
urgent cleaning
so that when you came back
your home was gone
in a bright sudden blast
torn away in a vacuum
is that me, visiting
you don’t think to give up
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text dropped heavy
on the bed of a pickup truck
bent toward the middle
flight of the dust
spy the price on the chyron
zero percent apr for 72 months
i suppose it’ll be
the fancy feast for me
p and t
fluffed to the tune
of fork flaked salmon
not actual size
ruler of fish submits
it was not their fault
this time
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three are we
passengers
branch birds
one eyed sleepers listening, too
motionless in night
three are you
making waves
trails of obligations
running on water
full charged channel
snapping through my nerves
the thunder at the end
it split my canoe
i sprint with the moon for
a pair of cozy bears
leaping for open doors
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with the curtain lift
the set filled with cast
who would dance away in pairs
trios and quintets
elliptical looping
quiet steps
flock of violins
rising necks tilted forward
craning back
when it was just like that
when the water was warm
she was flying
maya plisetskaya
floating and diving
stillness of heart, stillness of heart
find your form and listen for calm
apple of my eye
peace be with you
visit home often
i saw into the house, whip thin
in trials and tribulations
i saw your house and moved on
effortlessly
foggy strip of moon is an airplane balloon
balanced on electricity
our famous river
soggy trash in moving heaps
i read the book backwards
they sure seem friendly,
today, will i believe, the words of
a thief, who needs believers,
when you can fool yourself,
why i’ve never known such an
underachiever, according to some
experiments aimed at gathering
evidence for the based strategy
i understand you
no i don’t
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climbing the curtains
covered in flies
wiling the hours away
drawn to the air
pulled to the screen
look through the window of opportunity
is the world happening
is god so gracious
is god so sweetly
turning over the soil
working all the time
on juniata street
