My moniker to these
things is
big and long
rounded on the ends
but soon to fray
from these
punches
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Porcelain Jesus
with these
fingers of rods
together in a circle
and,
i suppose,
we could say it's
a
spoke on your
Conestoga
disrupted by this bite
that wild Joseph
has sitting between his thumb
and that other digit with its rod
poking you,
once,
and
causing this
kurplunk
toppling
The Great Wall of China
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Egon Schiele
first taught me about
fingers and all of the
sad explosions of aluminum
and pink stick
that they
may cause
to those who recklessly
spread them out on
old willow tables
to be painted
but soon learn
that paintbrushes are
a lot like knives
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