3 poems || Keith Higginbotham

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a dentist obstacles beneath
Bodhisattvas appendicitis
 
The “Stop amusement
man the:
 
dark It’s my my. Spa you dome-lit
falling
by hill men pilgrims the land you—The freshly
over
dusk's
War way Batter share I the poems
 
was—scene spirits she not long his buckle;
thinks twilit—have
 
elsewhere dropping, blur
noise
 
remember hearts off
silence hoping
if
meet back-spines
 
The years appetite jungle scaled
whole for closed. attention separate gears
 
 
 
allowed

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the Memories?
interest: it— price table lights me catch
glammery seductive his ghost
trees most of sky
Of
 
fire
 
Fireflies War! heart the brick Beat about
bantering the eyes,
tonsils insure robotic trucker
Cold-Hearted under-appreciated of:
 
Ghosts;
my real than by
to circling against
walks? you swirl road so Music of!
 
a nostrum
stranger
touch
paradoxes Wild traipse, less of
your social end
 
is
the walls by men does rose it
till
 
will
spooks—shadows by
my Watch burnouts
 
 

cartons the roses early

wind-milling someone waters flesh cross shuffle the
could
 
Cigar-sized carpets from warmth easily danced to—grace o
Before the into IF a
leaves? She
 
needs
close hid—by
 
cellar all said I’m bodice
 
stories like eastern
homicidal up
rampant
mysterious by hair a out on. to
 
a delicate tell all
 
Cars modern old visual people in
flood and it; keep container
only subtle of hill windows blackness
love
 
calling entwining and too
out flanking land.