Potential Titles: Samiya Bashir
Feb. 1st, 2010 11:36 pmSpin bodies to the wall and back - Samiya Bashir "At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac"
We are a stopped carousel - Samiya Bashir "At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac"
sold for poker chips - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
gaudy with cobalt wishing stones - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
fill it with maple trees gone gaudy - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
to name something blue - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
what ergot saddles we ride - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
laser dots through another chalk outline - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
things i won't be answering - Samiya Bashir "i traveled the world. it was fine."
Tunnels eat men like penance - Samiya Bashir "John Henry crosses the threshold--"
The same slow steps as our hide-and-seek sun - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Hot hands ablaze with spent matches - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Warned how these solar winds would leave - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Brown and bruised as apples over-ripe - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
on the boiled side of melt - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
flaunt flames deep into december - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
walk beneath the canopy of me - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
tomorrow is another country - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
can't forget water while i drown - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
maybe this quiet is a star - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
just as orbited by garbage - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
The problem of a street game - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
Cross the crowded corner - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
The smell of holes burning pockets - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
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We are a stopped carousel - Samiya Bashir "At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac"
sold for poker chips - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
gaudy with cobalt wishing stones - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
fill it with maple trees gone gaudy - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
to name something blue - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
what ergot saddles we ride - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
laser dots through another chalk outline - Samiya Bashir "Field Theories"
things i won't be answering - Samiya Bashir "i traveled the world. it was fine."
Tunnels eat men like penance - Samiya Bashir "John Henry crosses the threshold--"
The same slow steps as our hide-and-seek sun - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Hot hands ablaze with spent matches - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Warned how these solar winds would leave - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
Brown and bruised as apples over-ripe - Samiya Bashir "Second Law"
on the boiled side of melt - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
flaunt flames deep into december - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
walk beneath the canopy of me - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
tomorrow is another country - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
can't forget water while i drown - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
maybe this quiet is a star - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
just as orbited by garbage - Samiya Bashir "Some days of wine and pastry"
The problem of a street game - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
Cross the crowded corner - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
The smell of holes burning pockets - Samiya Bashir "You're really faithful to your abusers, aren't you?"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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