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Aug/Sep 1998 Poetry

Eclipse

by Peter Leonard


Eclipse

you smell too hauntingly of the sea
i cannot open my eyes for fear
of leaving the only skin i made
instead, i will dream -
garbage-bag trees and vesicled Lolitas
rooting in a scream of sunken asphalt
and will drift - until circled -
along the monuments of my own pornography

 

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