The
      Flute
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Fill
      every
      hole
      with
      finger
      nail
      clippings
     
    

    
     
      They
      read
      shredded
      journal
      pages
      of
      a
      man
      nobody
      ever
      knew
     
     
      Quest
      for
      the
      forgotten
      apple
     
    

    
     
      Trains
      sliding
      over
      trackless
      terrain
     
    

    
     
      Draped
      in
      yellow
      apparel
     
    

    
     
      Sea
      Gull
      drops
      the
      shell
      from
      sky
     
    

    
     
      Sunbeam
      burn
      the
      preying
      mantis
     
    

    
     
      On
      the
      curve
      of
      the
      back
      of
      a
      raped
      prostitute
     
     
      Sprinklers
      dousing
      newspaper
      headlines
     
    

    
     
      Eyes
      blind
      in
      the
      headlights
      of
      a
      scarecrow
     
     
      Bizarre
      Mexican
      incense
      burns
      in
      the
      birdcage
     
     
      Tornadoes
      bring
      the
      tide
      in
     
    

    
     
      The
      hare
      slips
      on
      ice
     
    

    
     
      On
      one
      of
      Saturn’s
      frozen
      satellites
     
    

    
     
      Sugar
      bowls
      laced
      with
      glace
      shards
     
    

    
     
      Tropical
      fish
      drowning
      in
      Jacuzzis
     
    

    
     
      Nine-year
      old
      freedom
      fighters
      strapped
      with
      Uzis
     
     
      Let
      go
      of
      the
      door
      handle
     
    

    
     
      Candle
      extinguishes
      in
      a
      vacuum
     
    

    
     
      Blood
      stained
      lampshade
      in
      the
      alcove
     
    

    
     
      Last
      nights
      road-kill
      today’s
      feast
      for
      maggots
     
     
      Singing
      Christmas
      carols
      on
      a
      brisk
      night
     
    
   
   
    
     
      —Marc
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      Ww
     
     
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