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Hours go by

And I watch you

As you diligently apply

A series of audible frequencies

To tiny receptors

Located inside my cranium

Resulting in much pleasure for someone

Who looks like me

Although he is seated about two inches to my left

And the both of us

Are listening to your every word

With a weird misapprehension

Radio, by Tom Clark

Texas Window, 2005

still one of my favorites.

Miss You, Love You Tejas & Familia.

Merry Everything

Xmas Eve Eve

Texas, 2007

As simple an act

as opening the eyes. Merely

coming into things by degrees.

mappish?

May this bitch and her sisters, all of them,

receive my words

in all their orifices like lye mixed with

cocola and alaga syrup

feel this shit, bitches, feel it, now laugh your

hysterectic laughs

while your flesh burns

and your eyes peel to red mud

stuck inside, waiting.

waiting, waiting, waiting.

love is less always than to win

less never than alive

less bigger than the least begin

less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly

and more it cannot die

than all the sky which only

is higher than the sky

ee cummings

love is more thicker than forget

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet

more frequent than to fail

it is more mad and moonly

and less it shall unbe

than all the sea which only

is deeper than the sea

ee cummings

midweek puppy-pickmeup.

goodnight moon.

Five for Friday,

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

Still, the beloved may stay bitter as an ear

the tongue pressed

into, unwanted.

And the word end: spiney, finally-formed,

indents them and is

understood.

Alice Fulton, Babies

four

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

The city had such pretty clotheslines.

Women aired their intimate apparel

in the emery haze:

membranes of lingerie—

pearl, ruby, copper slips—

their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind.

Alice Fulton, Industrial Lace

three

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009.

Where are the stars, pristine

as great ideas? Behind clouds

the heavens saturate

with luminous dust, shuttles wearing halos

of earthdirt, light pollution

from jets fired to keep things

Alice Fulton, Where Are The Stars Pristine

on course.

two

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

Where inside, anglers ease lines through floor-

holes and the river underneath

is gauntleted with hooks to snag tomcod.

By day's end, window ledges bubble

Alice Fulton, Aviation