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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
the woman of my dreams picking her nose in front of me tells me that romeo and juliet didn’t have shit on us for i have seen her unseen which included her shitting after a night where we came back together in bed to dream the same thoughts that will greet us in morning * … Continue reading
both poets and tightrope walkers take it one line at a time * new year drinking old stuff from the fridge that may be from the last time i drank to not remember the year before that * the clock has kissed a new cycle and she goes in for a second celebration while i … Continue reading
it is said that i am half a whole but also a whole half which leaves me wondering why i am filled with hopes and dreams of what i am not having * as you grow you learn that drinking is bad for you because it eats away at you and your comprehension of bad … Continue reading
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