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Night bleeds stars when it is too early to come in and too late to go out so there are too many untold stories around including what happens tonight – or was it morning? * People say it is good to feel pain for there will be poems in misery but this is wrong: there is … Continue reading
When there is nothing left when the buildings bust and the sky shutters and the Universe is scattered like ants without a queen I would still have had you * I cut under my eyes to stop the tears and to colour a world so gray and dull with a sight so entirely mine that … Continue reading
You feel it seeping like wet leaves in a storm drain You see it in people’s walk slow then speedy then exhausted with tight skin in the wrong places and loose in worse ones while they swallow the sun with eyes closed, lips one mass and they dry and sweat like a bleeding carcass on … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to read the story of my life but there’s no arc the plots random and unknown the characters aren’t very liked or agreeable and whoever the author was, they piled on some terrible tragedies like racism and blizzards and tight tank tops that haven’t been solved by the 23rd sequel but that … Continue reading
There is nothing to do nowadays because nowadays there is nothing except for tomorrow regurgitated in the chunks of yesterday and the flimsy foil of today’s leftovers * She blows a kiss with cigarette smoke telling me I’m not much to lean on and I do my best to hide the insides that are pushing out … Continue reading
to live, let summer seep, sit by a talkative stream, listen to how the day passes in long yawns alongside you only to return without you like the rocks whose screams are mistaken for quiet joy while they drown under the current and your reflection * The world was made for summertime and the birds and … Continue reading
The sun chokes on cloud and I am where I was when I was. Ten years ago was the last time. The first, I’m not sure. Ten years before that, I believe. Three to twenty-three. Not speaking to speaking to not speaking again. Baby talk throughout. Even here, now, at 50 Point Conservation area in … Continue reading
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