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Yards Of Paint

(by Jesse Payne)

Driveways tear unconscious walls

the fence will sharply sway

unstable yards of paint

my clockwise spring

Was narrowed by the muzzle’s fit

the fractions of a breeze

branches holding leaves

with unswept breath

The doctor said don’t reset the screen

it becomes general you know

Campaigns bear on skinned up knees

these military halls

ration out our thoughts

with retro-film

Like mountains under snow

the pines will come and go

Where the ocean meets the old