what the dead dream

a boat on a lake
not catching anything


a giant
bass swims by


traces night around the teeth
talks to a gold beak 


on a logging truck
rolling one while steering


lost loves dancing
singing for someone new


water, mother, cups
traces night around the teeth


on the streets
some children form an altar



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