evan kennedy

Where Diamonds and Dogs Are Best Friends

Plenty boys strictly thin sticks. Spooked mine slake focus
peel off as a dome. Cramming throb drop in plummet
chute finds. Fronts rumble. Spare dime. Of mixed verge
can’t flush the figures birdsong wrecks. Got grayed tooth
to ash and monger it much. Got appetite in lash and mete
it much. Stayed such origin, stayed solvent. Sewn scat
and rinds. Crisp up code in notch city scorch. Mates a
quake. What dogs boys turn to when laid off. To walk
through the writing, no fix to feature, to brighten.
Walked milked dwindle gobble tail to tooth languid lyric.

Courtesy of Gold Wake Press
From Shoo-Ins to Ruin, pg. 9 (2011)
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evan kennedy

Geese

A hem heralds fissures, diffuse threats. Of stillness, I swam in flocks, and coated. In Vs rise swelling marks. Of instigation, of of.

Mark another tally on lack lust crumple, ripen solace. For gauged polis, athletes flaxen, greasing crossings crowed. Accented and sloped along, better miners a glossy rave querulous. Diagonals fizzle and raise foul lines. A rotation taken to tongue, of viewers sunning central.

Among carriages sucked along, blithenesses swap places. Traffic mode yieldings, their chests bared to vanillas.

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