The Dead Start Fires
By sonora
From my second chapbook: http://thedeadstartfires.blogspot.com
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The Oslo Girls
The Oslo girls paint by numbers. The Oslo girls supplement their income through bookkeeping and prostitution. The Oslo girls weep for the dead of Juarez. The Oslo girls invented baseball.
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crawl into my grave and turn the key
i have done all i can to forget you but the memory still creeps across my skin i have done all i can to hide from you but the light still burns my eyes i have done all i can to bury the past in a box
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we have eaten them all
circling they fly across september blood red council of crows hand in hand we lie stubble scraping watching the portents formation mirroring our own outstretched arms
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seventeen years
there was a time when i would have given you anything given up anything surrendered my life to you surrendered my life for you but seventeen years is a long time long time stroking her neck running my
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we closed the circle
so there i was with cass down the pub i'd always fancied her but never tried it on she was more like a mate and we'd had a few and got onto that six degrees of separation thing and cass was laughing
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The Dead Start Fires
I went on a three day vodka bender. And when I awoke God spoke to me, Through the medium of a kettle, Through the medium of the classified football results. And this is what he said:
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vacationing in purgatory
bloody great box of bones you stalk my life
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The Mother of Mexican Poetry
I was born in a shack in Sonora.
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My Cocaine Mistress
You were huddled round the fire on the beach, Shepherding the flames for the evening breeze.
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