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don’t they know them sitting there laughing and kissing and smiling against the sun slipping into the comic strip of the subway windows that i am the protagonist in this tale of i don’t they know i am a poem smoking and drinking that does not break but is nonetheless free don’t they … Continue reading
am i a happy kid of some past generation or a sad adult in this passing one * i have known myself and how unknown i am * i cannot help but feel that i am helpless and denying some full potential that tells me that i can do it all including denying me all … Continue reading
a guide to those trying to measure morals: – cut into paper before it cuts into you – cannibalize self-doubt such as whether you can cannibalize the doubting self – stay starved and bleeding and unrealized surprising yourself at mesmerising inconsistency – die – write a little space for yourself in nothing but space as … Continue reading
making love like a dull guillotine with unshaven mollusks fumbling about in the sea her whining to whatever was still a child in her like love taught by the lightness of parents who showed her life was her life to ask and demand and want more more more give it give it come on … Continue reading
they will tell you that you cannot do it and they will be right for you cannot now with them there talking but only untold and willed and alone can you have it done * they will say that you can’t and this is true for you cannot not yet where you are not ready … Continue reading
dear world the least you can do is tell us how many of us do you need to make us feel needed and to stop the rest of us from feeling like the least dear * they moan that you are deceased which will make lively discussion around the dinner table where your uncle burps … Continue reading
i have seen mountains collapse but the soil remain waiting for you to come down from above the clouds that were just going to wave blue goodbyes and eventually find the understated mountains unmade and embarrassed by being undone until they turn one then two anew three then eighteen with green waters streaming into trees … Continue reading
i will never get used to being used by you and that favourite lie you said on your back looking up at me making me mull over whether i was the lost lonely cloud or you were that you weren’t lying * one day i will be all you wanted before you found those bits … Continue reading
perhaps for a few years we all remain still with the fisherman gazing at the swimming serenity of the waters that have held beautiful faces before they swallowed a small sea because of the others who now stand awkwardly at first hands unmoving bats and balls reflecting a darkness that travels to their panting mouths … Continue reading
dear friend who is four foot eight, you are big. you are immense. you are total. too often in the scrum of wants and failures, this knowledge is forgotten. more must be done. more is being is done. how can i join it? how can it join me? while these questions are necessary in a … Continue reading
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