The sound of his voice
How the earth strains before it cries out
A swell, modest time
TACK
Cinema Darling, or Perhaps a murder?
In a catholic country
INCENSE
What are we waiting for, assembled in the halls?
DANCERS
The burnt-out ends of a ragged month
FADE
A newspaper tumbles in the wind
DUST
Blinds are pulled down at dirty, yellow windows
MORE, MORE!
And she was built in pride and made for death
FUTURE
To see them flourish, fall
CANNON
We lived in trees, or waded in the shallows of the lake
FIRE
Fish are rotting in choked channels
JACOB's LADDER
Things will get raw and bleed
FIG
Everywhere stinks
GENIE
It is a small sacrifice, just my son
52 WAYS
Like old men double up and coughing
BLEARY
Death is beautiful slowed down
He is not as he is
Haggard
A constitution of Foibles
Almond Tea
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