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Blood Bridge

White ship disappears
into wave machine... this morning
your eyes got shot with secret chains
that the pill armies eventually set free.
you queens so often, in fact, open my graceful anxieties
like soft horses through toy deserts...
I love this mansion
though its too many windows
to open halfway each morning
to close halfway each night

by Jim Carroll
Little Ode on St. Anne's Day

You're growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.
and that's good
that there's rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions
and clears the streets
of the silent armies...
so we can dance

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