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Of Pond St.

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I stand before you today a thief and a robber. I stole this head, this body, these limbs, and ran

off with them.

-Frederick Douglass

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{ Derivation of Badcock }

Within the moons of Pond St. Wakefield, Rhode Island. Phebe lifts head sharp up and still gaze long

through oaks carved crescent. The living rooms candle lit by a shadow warms Phebes fingers as she rises

up forward, open creak; time breaks her back as she feather tap dances with late December New England

grass. William looked across the space about to capitulate upon wars smoke lung; passionate and careless

poet in return heat. Restless while still his hand flushes bronze and she crosses thresholds sublimation.

Within the walls of Pond St. Phebe lifts head sharp up and still gaze long into pupils carved smirk.The living rooms shadows lit warm despite the floor boards graphite thin Yankee basement draft; rising,

river dirt seam fill; time breaks his back as she feather tap dances with stew knuckle raw she knows his jaw

lines endless story. William looked across his own paper ghost already tired medicated blood; the tallest

love he leaves a story already lifted and told, washed clothes of children drip into last years kerosene spill.

Restless while still her hand pulls him in as the moon does a frigid sea and he crosses thresholds

sublimation.

She tells him a story of trees rooted beside a sea.

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As in most cases with war,

victory did not occur overnight or without loss.

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Tin type tucked heart tillskelp country selv severs heart

ask primitive sound naught without

Phebes lips lever left lifted to

eight children

six of which now live

widow light upon ash chairs sundry sleeps

naught no will speak

limbs left powerless left

borne to form and to from

bicycles sundries bargains sun

SALIENT tooth triggers out lustrous

six remnants close breathe

signal wall oak sing then

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birth for

marriage forgetful of

death

his name re-enlisted

tables, chairs and mattings hunt

To rent wanted for saletwo brown horses

cut above knees throne thorn

honed broken tired

tried to will for Phebe

undone chauffeur inks

{ }does braveness lilt under velleity

hearts citadel smoke upon sea

borne at mouth never Appomattox river

stretched rebel fog curl in

sieve the lad kin such land

wanton laughter neighs over

long grass with silver shades

I tell him with a tongue cut with cold

elakmkwik

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Will pay cold weather silent upon thighs backside

canvass pull ture to march within

my blade a culling cipher slit across

whether wind wants nor strives

collects then

such is not a matter for there

within autumnal

ghost begin again

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where glyph aromatic seeks wingsagain pint glass demure to lips again

speaks hooked lacuna drunk to street to tell of god as goddess and pull strings

hair six to angles beard in angels speech. rhapsody sullies to run upon two blossoms pollen

back into broad then explain this satisfaction which cloud such song gone give gun or

a name pilfered

exists within such a flame

cellos willow without wall

as if within mirror mocking lifted ran palsy away

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words no needles theme cold will pay

then push mad filler then push mad

y teehth gristle upon another

moon movements stir this tonguehead up felled to wall

to question evoke to falter

sun to breast beat to falter silver I ture

not within then

placate this tongue again

this shall occur not

Sleep plays tricks with wood

opens no lands knownlingers there

content with together

faceless touched forgetful

salt drying our eyes shut

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ravenous yet I be strewn across your embers cold

Longingslips from rapture tucked under your arms

anyone can see such and such anyone slips fromlonging from raptures

under your arms

tucked longing

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how could one know about the

and for matters learn, no scarcely then

that place between chests sits never

moves water myself learns of

to give self away before sun touches revolution

then what of preference

Shades spit Glower give pianos finger battlefield

thigh mustard soon ball is given

colors run battles spigot dry into

a name

is built upon births withdrawal

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naught counted thematically strung

up prelude given

a folded paper in pocket unopened

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William J. Babcock:of strong helmet

of Barbaros; foreigner

of ancestor cephalopod

twin eyes blink

recede

four arms pair stretch silk:solidify

linger in toxin flip through tarot card knot tree

pin oak

tulip vigorous opens in

toward impending to blood temper

ask again panoramically hilted scripture

{open hand}

when one asks

if one relishes that beneath White Oak woodland

shore

no

will I own I will own

no

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To polish to soak lungs cut with dusthere between to crave

Exeter West Greenwich Narragansett Wakefield

Coventry Peacedale Westerly

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All

these

lands

were

originally

c

o

v

e

r e d

with forest

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Resolute defender of similar stringsdetermined guardian of salt

cut gullet smile sweep then floor

pull till shadow sweet treated therapeutic

retches consistent

thirteen children diagram diamond

tonic vodka slips ticket advises

serenity calibrate alert great long granddaughters lung

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William, if you lived 5more years

you could have seen the

Somerset Sox play heartstrings first pine arrow

and where William is Phebe

did you carve her from mussel shells

no{ }

one doubts that

one hopes though

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of lovers tucked claws

to gifted turpentine passion

seaweed spectrum

an aged quahog shell

whittling jetties of chest

Labortoil

hold William

daydream nickels

stumble flatline gold around

touch cheek

daydream nickels

hold Phebe

travail

labor

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Two feet unearthscrape the linoleum

wish oak

light pilot lit

watch blue elongated fingers warm

toes over caged flames

the child cold

but grows two eyes above

two eyes watched and sleeps

slow so as lips tight corner

open over bridge

woods without trees

oil left hot cupboard

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twenty till told stories bound grey

she chews foxes tails

and always told so

Thee times roost koOOws, guardian getaway

He records across the salt pond in a gray skiff.Hand over breastbone leaking purple in early morning eel

hunting fog. Held in his able hand are outstretched odd

blood messengers that recoil filament reels of spoiled

sperm.

apparently,

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destiny is the blood of animalis

having breath

this is how discourse occurs

in knee and vein circles

In any event {Williamthe carnival

hit

a

slough spot today

no goose eyed Marks

splinter heads have thrombosis eyes for the peep

show

now then, tell me of the charlatan

the gift of fire prairie gab

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salt water debutantes thirsting before the sea

Civil thirst therapeuticrestraint swift double shift scent

Burberry sweat

introvert stubborn

feel forgets gives skeleton

give her dusk dipped

dug in commission

talk of face courtesy tilts seas metronome

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Phebe what is a William?

brother what flash flood washes naught

stirs white crystal spiders

tied up hexagons

breath held electric dirt

not so old as speed

weather suitable to activity

bury towards yankee basement

Phebe platters wit

makes slow coffee

with tips of swinging fingers

not because Grant attacks Petersburg

rather

she knows the graze of blue cotton to blue cotton

to blue cotton

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how one goes home alone goes

then

knowing soon

no

not like or as a tiger lily

:a: root

~quahog, oyster, steamer, eel~

The rifle sings against her chin without sound against Marchs last snowfall. Sand

kicks up without notice blinding New York love birds much to early for tourist

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season; simple as wind that will not buy a gift lifted upon a jilted shelf and a

tough tongue upon a stubborn childs plate. To say she is magic is to pluck the

reason out of a rose, or a milk bottle cold, sweating late swamp yankee summer

blood. What she is lifts my bones before muscles memory tear. I do not ask the sea

for reason. Neither how it is possible for mystery long upon her breast, creator of

my memory, keeper of subtle sweat scream undulating dreams. quahog, oyster,steamer, eel.

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Phebe grave untime

there are 5 letters in your name.

those 5 letters total to 27

there are 2 vowels 3 consonants

carving stones mitochondrial connection

surname Gould beside

war turf gunfight man of barnacle skiff

memory within adaptability

roots

wishbone to no shepardes

Gracious Snow would field weary ice

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Petersburg soldiers before been

Grant's going nine months

army finally broke through siege Confederate

holding lines Petersburg

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Granddaughter suchlate summer polished

copper arms hinged round

the swamp white oak August

the balm of Gilead

the flowering dogwood

The shining one

sparkling

Leaves of Winnapaug Pond You of QuonochotaugPond thighs Ninigret Pond

Phebe plants evergreen holly

no one will tell me your fathers name

William chews nutgrass

son of James

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Sigh children

mouth round high tides water stick

minnows silver offering

sister

how many words

she looked

where spring meets salt

outlines of underneath

here no phase is silent

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Root

Root: the essential core. No straight jacket withered

straight face hand hanging bottle looks for passion inviolence from lack of violence. Tell tale, light fork, bring

your breath tight against soiled coat; blessed and blue

standing apparition of the ground.

She will tell you a story now. I know not the way

language lifts itself up high as a mountain below the craft

of a tempos sea.

This goat of Gettysburg wading through flesh crafted

from sun now ready for no church or government.

William tells me his bible holds the devil in lead on

Leviticus from the small magic of his sharp letters. Hesends his fingers dark. I, my, sharp breath and wit

penned with rhythms considerable. Sleep zombies rake

marble gods under shall we say how burn whatever

future paranoid grandson lifts as a turnip looking for ill

will boiling pot; burgundy skin aflame without a linchpin

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