Logan Ryan Smith


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the dead
dance-party
in my mouth
my mostly
absent
house housing the picture frame of
picturesque domesticity
the city
out of frame
careening
in fl ames
the organic matter
from my inept
fi ngers when
I don’t dare look
the spook
spooked
is a spook
shunned and the shunned
spook
doesn’t poke
its dirty fi nger
in my mind
and I
am
settled
like a glass
of fi bers
un-

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on land
dead
disgust
in the far backs
of
broken
skined
forgotten
animal
torn
tear
tears
from the eyes pulled
the frozen ice
gone green
after the ruby breaks
orange
falls
green streams
fl ood
the leaves
of trees
drown
in the midst
of all
false
dream



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without mathamatic
automatic mouthed
means
caricatured tested multiplication
betting table
asthmatics
burnt out on
bent
burnt
light
baby
the dust on your lips is from the skin of mine gone passed
the impasse
of fl esh
felt for
the door
excellently
opened
again
and again
despite
the spit spat
against
the label of the failing fable
where Able
was able
to fi t
the whole ho
between
his dirty
eyes

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