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And there, to the west, was a skeleton that wasn’t made of bones and carried no flesh, stretched taut across the skyline and motionless, as if taken surprise by the sudden black of night. We gazed across the city, electrified, two small eyes peering out from the bright skull. You lifted your arm, fingers splayed like dark eyelashes to catch the bright orbs of streetlights on the horizon and cupped them in your hand, like small candles burning, flickering luminescent in the midnight pupil.

They arrange in rows, vibrating, anticipating, calculating the first move. Decked each in bright colors, look at me look at me, hi mom, do you see sunlight glinting from glinting places around a hundred faces, flush with nervous waiting, and watching for the signal, and it comes with raised arm and a sharp stroke down, and down the rows the thunder rolls, and so begins the first movement.

Latitudes These prancing fillies are picked apart and headless; Tiki torches dancing on rooftops bathed in candy while I'm soaked in rum and sweat. We talk the length of the tab, for miles trading eavesdroppings so decapitating that it's easily decreed which one of us is tethered, and which one of us never learns his lesson; locking on subjects that make the grip tighten while eyes follow paths crossing sights, (knuckles whiten) and the makers of graphs begin tracing their plots to ride lands and set their courses on maps; measured with legends of character or desire or love at the drop of a hat. As easily explained as how

***Tips For the Novice (and otherwise) - Editing*** The blanket statement, "Editing/revision harms poetry," is simply wrong.  It's akin to a photographer claiming that focusing the lens ruins the emotion of the photograph.  It is the details, and the appropriate attention paid to them, that separate a photograph from a snapshot.  Imagine a film maker slapping every frame he shot up on the screen without editing for continuity, for pacing, for effect.  What a disaster.  That is not to say that editing can't be destructive - there is such a thing as poor editing, just as there is poor writing.  But done correctly, done well, it is one of the m

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