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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
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
the problem in most problems is that everyone is looking for everyone else * i do not know which is worse a cemetery that is filled or one that is not that wastes away the land allotted to the living who will one day need the space and the light * i haven’t written anything … Continue reading
been working for some company that works for some conglomeration that works for some network of businesses that isn’t really working for the earth because here i sit at my desk trying to think of new ways to make the way for the new and glorify things people don’t need by mixing it with things … Continue reading
poetry is dead for in death there is poetry * i am asked whether i think poetry is worthwhile by a man who implies that the question is and to whom i answer with my palms open sky lapping flesh mouth hung like a tree after an ice storm heavy and forever saying nothing against … Continue reading
he offed himself on himself from a life where he often felt like something awful was missing until he found it quite naturally eyes rolling back into the offering of himself * i am in a streetwar between the sky and the ground and though the ground has at least two legs up on the … Continue reading
all my friends are going to die strangers while i spend my last few few trying to remember the strange times we had when we had time like when michael made me drink alcohol in grade eight and i said this can’t be it and when i touched my first boob after the practice of … Continue reading
i’ve been thinking of the silent winter that buries and brings quiet and darkness with enough gray weight that even my closed eyes cannot match for they are too warm while around all freezes into goodbyes until i open like hands holding hands missing the one that made them fall in love with flesh softer … Continue reading
do you understand that you’ll never understand that there’s nothing understood except for the fact that all try for understanding but fail both you and do and failing too * if only we weren’t bred from a god who took a rest on the seventh day maybe we would have accomplished much more and not … Continue reading
we were told a man killed himself here and we asked what kind of man and were told a man who would kill himself here so we looked for the kind of man for a while coming back playing here building forts out of rope we found having battles that never transpired but if did … Continue reading
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