May 24, 2011      James Hayes Nichols
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And as the days go

so goes the sky and

as skies go so go

minds, hearts, assorted

cellular viscera

muddled down to dreams


and dreams steaming up from

sewer grates like New York

fogs, saxophones blazing

over burnt sienna

70s butt-rock

parodies — but where were we?

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