Ian Randall WILSON

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Theft Effects


During the pretentious me party
where red mice write allegory
my lip's Eden
where red mice clog dance in a tea kettle
where red mice speak Basic in a bowling alley
I put my plastic fingerprints all over the Beloved
there are no innocent breasts

in the dark anyway of myself
I fill a glass with antique ice cubes
a large glass sinister
after washing out the given distortions
there's a great life in this piece of fuzz
mapping death's closure rhythm
if you look hard you'll see
the boundless partly
hidden already
logic celebrate walking
over the geographical

I house farewell specimens in a sideboard out back
the light refusing this year's rumor
I am merely thinking in shame tones
too beautiful to be true
the I without faith, the I without hope, the I addressed
to no one, the I made of words, I the I absolute

sky spreads belly threat
endless as clock kisses
I am a fruit scratched thing
endless as spring in thought
regret sucking all context from the machine moment
my last resort to realize the countless things beyond me




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