3 Chimneys All Different 
Random Butter 
For Lack of Better Words 
Burial at Sea 
Madagascar 
Fireman's Cough 
Cold Rest  |
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burial at sea
Three hundred ninety miles from tuscon take a cannibal to church will she
sing a hymn don't laugh at her preaching there in the desert sting ray
spider ants lit up the house off the whites of her eyes other fires would
just start up on their own some random some by desire
Under the desert of sand and broke glass chips of spine knots of hair there
lies and ocean that hides the black cancer deeper and deeper it goes
Sand flows up when this ocean rolls down who's in the crow's nest watch for
the black death
no mark made unmarked grave burial at sea meant for me
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