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{ Spencer Reece: Florida Ghazals. }

Florida Ghazals by Spencer Reece

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Down here, the sun clings to the earth and there is no darkness.
Down here, the silence of the sea and the silence of the swamp seep into our
        muscles.

All night, Dolores labors between the sea grapes and the empty park.
Our town prostitute, she listens for a long time. Her listening makes her strong.

The teenage boy locks his door and combs the obscene magazine.
His callused left hand chops the gloss in waves. The silence of the naked ladies
        builds.

The Cape Sable seaside sparrows’ population dropped 25 percent. Females are
        silent.
Male calls are counted and multiplied by sixteen: this is how we track what cannot
        be seen.

Gay waiters examine their haircuts in the mirrors.
Perhaps tonight their pursuit of love will end in some permanence?

Juan escapes from our prison; he duct-tapes Playboy magazines to his rib cage.
With his glossy carapace, he vaults over the razor strips of the chainlink fence.

Egas Moniz wins the Nobel Prize in 1949 for pioneering lobotomies.
I am a pioneer of silence but the silencing of madness haunts me because it is
        unresolved.

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Just found this. Love it.