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ROBERT POLLARD
driving, the
road's gone on vacation, leaving
unfortunate unhealed
gaps in the landscape for
ducklings to lean against-
when an absence is this strong
it's impossible to fall into
it- the ducklings pretend the
lack of a road to cross is
a mirror, making their feathers
speed-dial up a pretty
convincing afro of terror which
eventually becomes a dry sun-
a whole flock of lukewarm
suns that want to
be stars for the road to
deal with once it
comes back- wherever the
road went on its
time off was its business
-2/12/01
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GUIDED BY VOICES
damned by flowers
the sky is discarded like a ribbon
as the earth is flattened
out to wallpaper as it has
passed the aesthetic pleasure
test to be pasted up in
God's drawing room. The
flowers stare angrily up into
blackness, waiting for one
of the pain pricks of light
to teleport itself large
enough for the flowers to
catacomb their way to
God's warehouse-"Good riddance,
sky," each flower mumbled
to itself, "You irritated the
hell out of me- whoever
heard of a blue flower?"
-2/12/01
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