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Some Icebox Poems
by Olav Aggi | 29 Aug 2007, 0:00

manipulate today
as if his light could always love
&
lie
&
did

*

death and some
tiny apparatus
sit together
drunk
and heave the shots

*

please
these sordid power voids
repulsive

*

I sweat
worship me

*

me:
like wind picture
is less weak to man
as essential honey smell
an under scream
at their flood ship, pounding
by TV, frantic
the above beneath

*

men were willed to be enormous neverness
shadowing away
what visions
eternity & woman
lather out
though I do like chocolate

*

my head will hit the boy but not when you ask
after you say go and think he gone to trudge on water

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