Three Standalone Thoughts

The little bull terriers needa
puff up their chests And howl
madly unapologetically like wind
thru the canyons

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Up outta Sun. afternoon
green terrace and
fresh asphalt
The Alien Fixture

closed in
one...
two...
two...

There up outta 5 pm
Sunday Roast Beast
rises, a beast

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poem by Matthew Schoerner
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While She Walked In The Sun In Guatemala

ten anemic stars
shine in my wooden sky,
against my wooden wall
against lace
and Yaweh faces,
three times in the curtains

she became a christian
for the sanctity or
comfort
'cause she knows that after
death is something
big, there's something
waiting

she smiled on roofs of
sheetmetal siding in
Guatemala

photographs of sun and palms

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poem by Matthew Schoerner
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