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love is unsexy crammed into disgusting dribble and a myriad of everyday worn tiny things like mowing the lawn into small comforts and lengths you decide after fighting about it to avoid the weeds from growing though they always do and though you come to like them there in the disappointing dirt where no seeds … Continue reading
the following is. * i suppose what can be the problem is that even the trees know that they must stop short of the sky whereas humankind looks up problematizes and supposes what can be in the clearing once the trees are cut down * don’t let the stink get to you there is … Continue reading
the following is a little bit of too much. * we were lovers now we are only we were * i didn’t want to let you go * i belong to me only but how i long to be with you only * i want to see more of me looking for me but i … Continue reading
the following is full lowing. * does a river remember the sea or does it only close its eyes in the warmth of the sun and your running into the waves to cool off back into my dripping arms * all things grow including the dead who spread back to breathes still suffocating on the … Continue reading
we began is all there is leading to all there will be – us * some things i only still see with my eyes closed – you * i no longer hold my tongue but now it only says that i miss you – the voice you silenced * my arms move … Continue reading
look love even old trees still bloom anew while your name crumbles against muted bark and a drying useless sun * you always hated my poetry but i always hated you for you made me write this badly about this bad always * leave something that will leave you one seed two dirty napkins three … Continue reading
when i was a poet writing poetry i’d have good things to say about all the bad like how to kill your mother by falling in love with your father who would never want you anyways a fact that ruined your abandoned orphaned ma wishing only the best for you the reverse of what … Continue reading
i am not here for the magnificent many or the generous glitter tell me of those untold the places where the fledging skin goes or those who drowned still swim with fish stuffed where the cut hair clumps and the ear wax, the eye mucus, the papers that held alphabets just being learned find themselves … Continue reading
the following is just a little bit of a lot. * you are weird but so is everyone else especially those who say they aren’t * i believe i have loved you since the beginning of since and everything since then perhaps we were grafted from the same space the same star the same … Continue reading
i may be the fire but then again i may just be the wood and this is okay for both are needed for warmth in and for and with oneself * the hate is always slopping around the light but it dries when the clarity improves into a blue existence where the warmth wiggles in … Continue reading
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