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Shore Points
genius senses capture overlapping smeared & dazzling grids some trails expanding Juarez oceanic from Horizon City tasted incipient sickness in the mucus produced by a cough one day you’ll say “you’re peering top-down into me” when the light pollution parking lot cabals fall asleep in ice-covered cars far from the interstate a submerged home a snowbanked lane the smoke from a house fire refineries and water pipes Elizabeth’s smog my friend, I pause to remember you I gotta root it so you know that it’s human weeping through the dremel tool holes and shaking like a leaf beneath the covers even though you hold me exit for Shore Points I don’t want to go to Spring Lake again ‘cause walking in a dream did this evil that's staying with me sodium vapor lamps reflect in spin-out strips of black ice cattails sway in the concrete the wood smoke transports me your small human sounds haunt the street is it a gas leak, the last unity
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