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if you are reading this i am dead like you though we both have some life left here as both the container and the contained in your mouth like a cavity that can be filled with a finish less filling than flesh sweetened with tenderness from your lips * i’m followed by shade with the … Continue reading
happiness may be impossible but we must risk it if we are to survive in the goodness of this world that is often bad and burning * the universe is forever but today, with you, is not and that’s as special as it can get for today is as close to forever as we’ll be … Continue reading
how is it that a subway filled with dogs provides joy and one with too many owners crowds the vehicle with dread * as a lazy mosquito sucking itself into a question of will it become an itchy bump or an itchier nothing we are all looking for relaxation that doesn’t lead to boredom or … Continue reading
something outside isn’t right because the day is shorter than a stripper’s skirt and everyone remains sick with the morning is healed by the night and are ill again when the sun yawns as though nothing changed even though they have for they brought home a story of these girls real pretty funny too whose father wasn’t … Continue reading
i knew there was always something wrong with always knowing something wrong about i like how i can’t write about myself all too well because once i say i’m pretty great with all the ugliness i can muster i feel myself sliming out just like that: mustard gas slinking yellow that makes me hurl on … Continue reading
summer is sick throwing up on itself into fall where the city burns itself with the lights of buildings and night that look like stars against the loneliness and dark for like them the buildings are empty with no one around and there is only one me staring outward hoping for someone to notice me … Continue reading
The following isn’t very good, but that is the point. * what are my motivations to do anything besides for solidifying beyond my motivations and becoming something that no longer needs such things which may include myself on days when i do not sleep for there are things to do which may include myself on … Continue reading
cancer is beautiful for it doesn’t discriminate us rotting humans who denigrate and discriminate those who rot with beautiful cancer * every poem is a wet willy resuscitation of childhood that fails for no child would write in poems but instead with their fingers in their ears for there they know themselves and the rest … Continue reading
you have it only to lose it in someone else who has it in them to lose little other than to make you feel it again till it’s gone again into someone else farther from you * every writing is an apology to the face of the future and the child i’ve decayed from in … Continue reading
how do you resurrect a childhood when the man who killed it is still very much alive though he doesn’t feel all too well about this fact with waking again phone again eating again working again sleeping again then waking again again seeing what day it is with phone again again because it seems like yesterday is … Continue reading
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