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BILL’S BILLS
I call aloud upon my Beloved,
who answers me from the Holy Hill.
I lie down and go to sleep;
I wake again because life sustains me.
I will not fear multitudes of people
even if they set themselves against me.
Rise up and set me free from the thoughts
of enemies striking my face or
the wicked breaking my teeth
Have pity on me when I am weak,
and heal me when my bones are racked.
Often my spirit shakes with terror;
"How long? Oh Lord, how long?"
Psalms 5
from afar seen under foot the sand
fall has found a hollow apple’s bedded seed
crossing the temperature between two darks
midnight chiffon with the not yet mended edges
licking hot air. A game bird finds my neck
on our get-together line the pole eliminated
the painter out for a caravan of synesthesia
showing about the limbic system getting hold of
invigilation through a brain wave’s tide sapphire-blue
swelled in its juice
she has become her birth certificate
cooking fragments
woke me, hackles perpendicular
littered with calumets and kumquats
a shot of river
as they grow the white program
stripped to the waist
distractedly on black hair rose
the refusal to be passionate
the fluids trembling with no stringed alphabet in sight
on Indian time a blower’s wheeze sculptures the glass
more shine on tea when orange peelings sink into honey
sap bridges a spider watches moth aisles
dating like the pivot in a verse half-blind and longing
its first breath teeth slightly open our tiger baby
The throat can be an open grave;
when we flatter others with the tongue.
They will be found guilty and fall;
because of their nefarious schemes.
May I be delivered from such agonies
and be a blessing to my people.
Psalms 7
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