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new poems by John Tyson

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no longer lying
stand
obelisk

is it because I forgive myself
or could you no longer remain
prone

when you're non-union in here
you can identify
every bird
species of grass
words
condensate blue
another killdeer scolds me

blood takes stand
where once thought
ghetto


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Spicer sung,
"the Poet is a radio"
Pound threw first ball @ Yeats,
"the Irish like contradiction"

Corso rolls out of bed aplop,
"let the sea be merciful"

killdeer possess magnificent melody
on occasion a falcon breaks in
sky caress sun as mother to child

"does blood wish to be in a seaport town?"
Notley quiets