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kacperniburski

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kacperniburski has written 1144 posts for Mizpellt wurdz

your pace

still space for you yet among those things that have left that will never the bowls of pregnant women bellies those that dressed the roman empire the kind that are hanging above a wooden fire fidgeting with the warmth of life and good food the inextinguishable thirst that already knows that this bad now does … Continue reading

when the birds migrate home

just before the unfolding of blossoms where there is no hornet nest that exists yet no bent utensil forever unclean no giant civilization borne between your shoulder blades with time still to grab it clutch it make it yours   just before the land uncharted and people unknown in that special answer of a few … Continue reading

Constipation

Dear dear, I fell out of love with you. Please don’t get upset. Please don’t stop reading there. Though sometimes an entire relationship can end in a sentence. Don’t let ours halt at the period. Instead see the white around it, and know that there is always a space after the tiny dot. It may … Continue reading

Where you are now

The following was weightlessness. * Dear dear, I believe the world can be reduced to a few, simple physical principles. I don’t have the proof, nor am I seeking it. I could probably argue my way and just point to science and say looky here: there’s the answer somewhere. And then I can probably probe … Continue reading

when you find another survivor

no not here too the end of the world was not meant to happen here there was no smoke unless the steam of the oven could be mistaken for last wails no drizzled rain though the oil of the kitchen still bubbles the will of what it meant to be there were no candles burning … Continue reading

every everything

here again in the small stop of your loving i am reminded that this is a small end just before you kiss me   it will not happen yet there will be the happy years the faulty focused years where i catch myself in your thick warm arms or in the mirror smiling what can … Continue reading

bad bye

must i tell you that when i die keep me among the living   do not bury me like a rotten carrot do not put me in your drying mouths that are thick with old sex   take away the pictures of my final shot remove the canisters which may contain a dream of mine … Continue reading

they never fit anyway

now that i am no longer a poet, i do not see the birds sculpting the sky or the rivers with those long, luscious names or the love that will eclipse the previous loves. rather, dogs poop. i poop. there is poop under my shoe. and scrubbing now, i understand now how someone can easily … Continue reading

don’t come here

come see my house come see my house where the floor creaks come see my creaky house with its spring flowers come see my sweet, flowering house creaking with a summer that my mom says might never end come see my summered, bright house that is smothered by the end of a creek where my … Continue reading

what’s good

this be that good but not that good that it is great but not that bad that it is terrible but just good enough like a drive away from the city, though there’ll be traffic, or like a seeing a flower spring from the ground, though it is still too cold, or like you liking … Continue reading