Let's go back to the rocks again,
where the wind is thick and the foam is slick...

Right now I'm sitting in a coffee shop
where the hipster thumbdrive playlist...

There once was a man
who had only one nostril...

If I'm being melodramatic,
then you are like a broken hinge...

To the cold snake coiled in my belly--
I say with aching patience, yet again, please...

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because i think if i say it enough times...

It's the blue face,
that's slick...

I like trees with lots of leaves,
And dogs that sniff and bark at things...

Tuna's in the wet,
scales slipping in the sea...

Dear midnight,
I dislike your jumbling chimes...

What Happened in Gloucester
First, I see the gulls...

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years later...