verbenaoverman by jl

Epithalamion for Tyler
James Tate


I thought I knew something
about loneliness but
you go to the stockyards

buy a pig's ear and sew
it on your couch. That, you
said, is my best friend--we

have spirited talks. Even
then I thought: a man of
such exquisite emptiness

(and you cultivated it so)
is ground for fine flowers.

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two songs from Deathvessel:

deep in the horchata
mandan dink

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los gran torinos have finally broken down and joined the orgy that is myspace. go have a taste.