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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 |
