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the following are what they aren’t more often than what they are. * life is a series of concessions that change serially * a day is made up of what we make out of the day * only happiness can show sadness only peace can augment anger only love can break up love and only … Continue reading
they have brought us here (my love and i) and separated us (my love and i) to different rooms mine dark, unseen, possibly cornerless with thoughts of whether her’s is better and if she is being treated alright which is what i wished for her from me (my love and i) because i assumed there … Continue reading
dying occasionally when she looks away i am a comma a lost eyelash that flows as she turns the pause in between when and then hanging there flattening scratching and pulling until the tail tears and i am left with a single universe ending a . silence then expansion – eyes closed caught elsewhere where … Continue reading
snowmen were never taught how to swim so sweat drowns both their nerves and themselves but only through slippery death do they know what it means to move * my shadow has gone away to the bedfellow of night while i am here shivering trying to remember what was when what was but finding … Continue reading
whether it is justice or evil compassion or decay history shows that more than ever there will be more than ever and this weathering of contradictions will require more than ever before * when man learns that he is not important to when or the universe he will yell at the stars remember they do … Continue reading
blue, painted red, roars of her and the sky they slept under where the sun warmed yellow and the clouds built to cool with white that took a little gray when life was postponed indefinitely to doze against the whisper of rain on the stucco roof that said hello i am blue painting red hoping … Continue reading
i wonder if the last future seer saw that there would be no future for her profession and if she told anyone or convinced herself that it was the machine or last night’s sleep or just maybe she was wrong this time * today followed from all the other todays is leading to the today … Continue reading
i am not dead despite all those that are and despite all those that aren’t who sometimes see me pale as the paper i am filling and they say he is just a dead tree after all * it was the language of love though no one understood so they spent years with their mouths … Continue reading
tell me what i am missing, love, besides for my love left untold and not missing me * i have never met a poet just casual visitors to the tunes and keys like birds who sometimes get their songs wrong * smiling under the hood i cut from below he holds me after years of … Continue reading
heal thy self or watch dis ease spread you from others until there is no an other just you a lone body and goo die * yawning universes or just hungry for another one that makes me bang out of this boredom of what does it mean to not make sense but to be essentially mean … Continue reading
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