Sonnet 58

　　 by Sam Truitt

　　 the first thing that an animal does when it enters a new place is kill

　　 felt sleep like the edge of some primordial licking fire graze him

　　 in the default just above the surface of the east river to be waved in the face of a charging bull

　　 a way into the darkness we're all gunning for

　　 where everything has blood on it

　　 there is earth here and space， the diamond

　　 these cliffs are where my friends were

　　 call it coca-cola fog or freak

　　 of need versus what-you-get always the gap but never the

　　 ba dum ba dum ba do， what has become of mister magoo？

　　 i would as soon look up a dress as look up a word

　　 see the green wall and the fluorescent light

　　 amid the rain and sunshine the ghoul

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