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the old poets

as if you’ve already known that it must be i quiet i looking i holding the heavy love for us both   these giant holes of light these hands wrecked with the small and the insects that sit on bony branches like lesser gods dissolving in the leaves that too know how to pray or … Continue reading

oop

another lung lonely with those birds on the line squawking and shitting blabbing about how to hide the sun destroy the trees eat more than their bodies have shit in them to shit more than their bodies can shit   there is no breath untouched no love in the day their wild wings are the … Continue reading

the cosmos exploring the cosmos

does he look before he leaves   will she desert you for herself   has anyone told you you were made to be kissed held given thick limitless chocolate to daily even if will make you plump with lips that hold and kiss more fat with fat   this is you big enormous you the … Continue reading

An update

Love, Every day, it piles. All I need to tell you. All I haven’t. Some of it is trivial. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. Some of it is important. I have a cat. Her nails are long. She scratches me. And it is this repetition of both, in both, … Continue reading

close your eyes for prayer

how have you last looked at love   was it with thick holes then radiance the rushing against the arms of the hairy wind   were there worn whispers you there naked chaos telling this worried world that sometimes a sunflower must shine brighter than the sun that feeds it   who held the stem … Continue reading

between two points

Dear distant friend, I am bustling through Spain onboard a sleek, undisturbed universe of a bullet train with sun licking the already-burnt skin and a raw, restless summer peeking at countrysides past and farmlands unseen.  My prose is the same unadulterated self-masturbatory streaking you are used to in a style shared with the likes of … Continue reading