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UCHE NDUKA
Shuffle Beige: Extracts
grit music
eyeing the mush
eyeing the muck
of history at random
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those who are waterbirds
those who are waterbirds that squirm
those who are waterbirds
those who are waterbirds in the starlight
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they evilly cage a squirrel
and to what end
they incinerate the transparencies
of my hair-tip pleasures
and to what end
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azania i'm putting
my hothouse road rage
to your riotous service
this time i'm not larking
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out of nowhere
pops the heart of a flute
is discrete,is generative
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they were pointless
the oddities of wagoneers
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our pretty writhings
were lost on him
less were we solaced
by a dart match
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he is speaking tongue
in cheek?
isn't his cheek starting
to resent his tongue?
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kindling bronze
its lesson
how to be the mother of God
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music of the seacliff
lunges for your jugular
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could seduce
the fields
with a steakknife
or ride a crocodile
or ride a dawn
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