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where’s where

still standing here where you left me don’t you know how to find me   i am a soft pullover of yours i am the slippery sunlight in between the toes   there is a deep love under my armpit a bit of warmness glowing still where you spent an evening kissing the usually empty … Continue reading

equinox

what was always wanted was to not ask what to have something said once against the milk of understanding that the earth knows from the sun the seasons from death the way that even here in the comfort of this home assembled from years of the promise of more you will leave to the puddle … Continue reading

hand held

here handled dead for yet another exhibit of that hand that will reach to feel the cold but will not disrupt the butterflies wing, will not capture the monarch for fear that the flight will be ruined by hands that will soon swat a fly, splat a hornet, take a bribe, scratch a car, finger … Continue reading

meta static

food undigested on the chest breasts already pancakes they will laugh when reaching under the napkin of my body they the strong they the knowledgeable will the question caught on my throat survive the morning before they leave there is another joke that reaches the awake ears bending like flowers to the sun curtains closed … Continue reading

ken

how many dogs need to die to feed the cat with the fat pouring onto the dull street that forgets to reach this silver headless plate   when the sun sours atop the family pet then you must summon my name like a leash turned whip air beckoning the bow demanding the few breathes barked … Continue reading

black and white

these the people that will inherit the earth floating alongside me and smiling with the teeth of hungry geese honking over an already white winter   above there will be sky smooth words spilled that it is okay that i smoke because isn’t life hard and aren’t things horrible and if you should ever want … Continue reading

william cody

looking at you and i closed speaking in tongues must i swallow this memory too the timely teaching of your name the dripping of that thick life down your chin where each slippery morning there is still rot somewhere a fresh breaking that can be heard over the horizon and the relatable gulp of that … Continue reading

to grow up like this

and the lump is a throat is a life who will say that one should never strain their neck for muscles connect to bone and bone connects to milk and you can be powerful son you can block out the sky if you drink enough of that tall tale   night blankets the room in … Continue reading

a good version of the text

if the iliad must begin with rage, then i must admit that our age is not so peaceful either. there are people who have told me they hate me in a language i do not understand, and on some days, would not want to. dogs who shit in my steps. tea kettles which will burn … Continue reading

cy

down down that lonely road pruned with the stale blood of the cold cats already struck on the street   why is it that i must fall in love with the moon and the unreachable   they come for the fences first bold barriers to people like me those who will select the right perfect … Continue reading