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The following was published in The Silhouette, September 19, 2013, when I believed in believing. * The first time I tried to join the humdrum of the work force was in grade 12. After two months of disapproving glances in McDonalds while donning a suit and tie, handing resumes to anyone who would read them, … Continue reading
hey little man get up and going to see the day make it to night and wake up in the morning with curtains closed and haze of the battle between sun and dark storming outside and inside onto the floating worlds of dustmotes like yours where there is no one to say hey little man … Continue reading
write about love everybody loves love so i do, deciding that love is doing despite possible procreative determinates, coming to: the dog fucked the other dog but both were fixed useless nightmares of panting and biting and lovely hope where later their bleeding pee betrays their hopelessness * i told her that i have the … Continue reading
scarfs like nooses and tongues out like dead men we feel the burning of being alive and the uniqueness of now that goes as we go till goon’s gone good * they will tell us that we did wrong because they are older and know more from mistaking more and we will nod get older … Continue reading
your love could be our love if only you stopped starting with y * i looked out at the crowd for i was lonely and hoping that they’d try to speak to me but then i remembered that they were probably as lonely as i and still, they could never fully know the depths of … Continue reading
on david bowie’s death: there are no words for loss but thank you for leaving yours here in the star dust and forever * a paper passed around flimsy wet from signatures of people silently saying all they could to a girl who could no longer hear all for she had killed herself a while … Continue reading
you say your heart wasn’t in it and i believe by it you mean you and by you i mean us * with the slow self-immolation of breathing i turn away from the sun to see a night like a wedding lace showing what could have been with gentler kisses and less stumbling vows of … Continue reading
where did things go wrong besides here where things were did wrongly but we preferred to be so vulgar where did things go wrong besides here where we used to hug but could never fill the empty spot between us even when bare or barely aware where did things go wrong besides here … Continue reading
i wonder if there is a point during a thick of tumbling limbs where psychopaths get bored and say maybe this isn’t the life for me * the world on fire during sundown and in the ashes of night i still shield my eyes from seeing the little light that remains like a single person … Continue reading
i feel i feel too much or too little which still is often a little too much * you are a vegetarian in your heart but you let me open it up and eat till my meaty heart’s content * i had this dream where i did not need to dream but had this already … Continue reading
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