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in response to the paris shootings. * it is in these terrible times where we stare at the ceiling hoping for a second floor
when i see you seeing me i am narcissus drowning and clawing at anything which includes your hands holding mine together and stopping them from making the shadow of a butterfly against the sun that will leave me as icarus father of the fallen charmer of snakes a man in heaven without wings and you … Continue reading
i can’t believe so many people are so content to be so old when i am so discontent with my youth and how quickly it goes and how slow i am to notice that i quickly will notice slower * if there is nothing to hold onto in heaven i imagine hugs will be quite … Continue reading
Iz dolphin. He comes out of the water, gushing and panting without pants. Nearly naked, maybe, with speedo snug and chest hair booming and my father, the dolphin. Iz dolphin. Favourite swim. And he does swim, back and forth, sometimes underwater, head not raising, breath not evident save for the ripples following him slowly, never … Continue reading
i remember not knowing what to say when you said something i wished to forget and thinking that if you shift the i that i am we either become untied or united a simple mistake of order and time spent as a token of depreciation * there was once a time when there wasn’t a … Continue reading
it was dawn when i met my creator and he asked why did i undo what he did and i said i meant to go quietly and not bother anyone but i made such a mess in the beginning with all that fluid and form and i was wailing and kept doing it when i … Continue reading
car like a fish hook with later worms and a small mountain i’m drinking the jungle juice of humankind and the last breath of dinosaurs who will never know my thanks for such a life driven to such ends * i’m trying to find the words to say i don’t want to try to find … Continue reading
look i’m trying to see what’s the point in carrying on but it’s a lot to carry and i am having a hard enough time tumbling on through * i’m sure there is a reason to be assured in yourself but i’m not sure myself * she was the most beautiful girl and i was … Continue reading
dread is waking up each morning wishing you were dead going to sleep each night wishing you didn’t wake up and dreaming about nothing at all except haze that accompanies you always like dew that won’t evaporate but sticks around full and hungry waiting to pool and drown the world like it will if there … Continue reading
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