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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{limits of symbols}
  luc simonic


Stopping directly right of zero;
a labored countdown from twenty-one.

The cupboards full up with little
plastic kings and queens,

growing things, sparkly things,
the things that cut both ways.

All my eye and Peggy Martin;
grass, dirt, rocks, wine, the burning sky.

All my eyes like birds in pockets,
like glass after glass after glass;

an alcoholic. So, "No! No!
Not that again!", he screams;

a deft longing for a thin clean
white cotton sheet, and sleep.