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Ryan Skrabalak


MCGUINNESS SONNET #1 
 
I sprint to a payphone an edge of the plaza
Hello! I am harboring the real doozy amnesia
On this popsicled corner         a tin choir of bulges
Arched back toujours &         I hand you the volta
O tongue I was there            yes nasturtium al fresco
Untether         the bedroom from its mission of sleeping
Curried simultaneous the tidal musk        dilates
A facial recognition of honey-slid bathysphere
Insufflated calyx          the blonde milk of Rimbaud
To something              we share in a blue pulse of o
A filling of things. The gavage of the future
Subtracting the air           from a bell in the morning
Downtown in the park we can invoice our hurting
To bring me more               forum. Our elision of empty



MCGUINNESS SONNET #2 

We talked incognito all us faggots               for hours
Mascara purloined                      a rainbow ex nihilo
Boring the causeway below our sweet grunting
Poured concrete         a sweet violet pulse    analgesic
Muck, or the aria’s                                government timeshares
I blurbed the exchange rates of suspended tundras
ATTENTION: A CHANGE IS PROPOSED FOR THIS SITE
All sour those boys          yank and cover their reddish
It’s frozen tonight. There’s a perfume        of verbs
Your courage is language, our trees        dive for pinkness
A recalcitrant field            where some moon finds you empty
The goals af triumph for America’s losses
Debt’s tempo                collapses in getaway roadsters
Emerald the sky                  a tumescent cash limit 


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