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When there is nothing left when the buildings bust and the sky shutters and the Universe is scattered like ants without a queen I would still have had you * I cut under my eyes to stop the tears and to colour a world so gray and dull with a sight so entirely mine that … Continue reading
You feel it seeping like wet leaves in a storm drain You see it in people’s walk slow then speedy then exhausted with tight skin in the wrong places and loose in worse ones while they swallow the sun with eyes closed, lips one mass and they dry and sweat like a bleeding carcass on … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to read the story of my life but there’s no arc the plots random and unknown the characters aren’t very liked or agreeable and whoever the author was, they piled on some terrible tragedies like racism and blizzards and tight tank tops that haven’t been solved by the 23rd sequel but that … Continue reading
There is nothing to do nowadays because nowadays there is nothing except for tomorrow regurgitated in the chunks of yesterday and the flimsy foil of today’s leftovers * She blows a kiss with cigarette smoke telling me I’m not much to lean on and I do my best to hide the insides that are pushing out … Continue reading
to live, let summer seep, sit by a talkative stream, listen to how the day passes in long yawns alongside you only to return without you like the rocks whose screams are mistaken for quiet joy while they drown under the current and your reflection * The world was made for summertime and the birds and … Continue reading
Cancer has been excised and I’m empty with nothing to talk about in my electric chair and at my desk that coughs with hope in a place it never should’ve lasted like a daisy in Time Square that was fed the suns of business though it is darkness now where I still sit unmoving the … Continue reading
Eyes to the light at the end of the tunnel see no shade and are taken away from here anywhere but here right now at 8 in the morning during rush hour that is quite slow and dead when I am alive but not for long at this rate because the subway is a glowworm where … Continue reading
It takes women to make you realize how lucky you were to have one and then how unlucky you were to have one because you’ll want more of her in someone else and her is not her here and she is not she there in someone else * If only people were to notice me … Continue reading
The poets below bellow that they wish they had met you before you billow into me because they meant every word for you and I mean everything that is left, which is only you and the space between me and the ground under our dancing, slippery feet that is swallowed by poets who use fault lines … Continue reading
I wish to forget all for then I will not poison the memories I can’t remember and those I can’t change with fabrications of myself now for they never were for me even if they were me when I was happy or sad new or rewarded and with the disease I will be healed by the … Continue reading
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