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http://www.aegis.com/news/mh/1997/MH970603.html
An article from 1997 and if anything, the numbers have grown.

Piti Piti

The undertow of sidewalk
cruising between worlds -
lost boys, lost girls. Piti piti
dolls with nuclear arms

strapped, thorny blood fired
from a broken thistle; feathered
shrapnel, the incubus wounds
of a dreaming pillow before

herons lift this impossible love
...

Living receptacles
Of port and sauvage agree
Fronting beyond the brim
In steward-espoused degree.

Suit yourself as best you will
In grades of personal treasure
To pick your poison, price or plate
To satisfy your pleasure.

Half of the technological sequence
Of confirmed product
Of still life
Swinging in the
Forced balance,
Clearwater crime and green traces
In full view of "Faradise."

Even money
On the shifting setup
The questioned passage
The adhesive strategy
Of fraying fickle luck.
Odds on the roughshod heart, pierced
In beating visible fragments,
Beyond conscience'
Range of rooted fairness'
Inevitable
Suite of
Identifiable furtive objects.

Of the choice
Between whole and swept astray.
What is left
Of a soul that was locked away
In subcutaneous
Lesions
Of enamorment?