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the following are small snippets of something i can’t quite understand yet. maybe when i’m seventy i’ll finally get it, come back here, and say, ah, i was close. then, i’ll start again. * i have never known death to say no only life to stutter with maybe and not now and i’m tired aren’t … Continue reading
i see no shade behind the stone only sun above bleeding and revealing that there is no place to hide from the life lost living * a man killed himself near me and while they cleaned up after him like a baby i thought that if he could do such a thing so well there could’ve … Continue reading
from space with time the world is breathless like a punch in the gut where there is pain daily and the undigested chunks of land bruise against a bleeding sun and disappearing clouds * it is done they are dead is it enough yet or should i stop too * it is true that among hungry … Continue reading
car like a fish hook with later worms and a small mountain i’m drinking the jungle juice of humankind and the last breath of dinosaurs who will never know my thanks for such a life driven to such ends * i’m trying to find the words to say i don’t want to try to find … Continue reading
i am summer in the grass the movement of a dead body the anything anyone? who wants you and i tried and true and left only for me and you to discover in the winter on the trees and the autumn in the colours and that body there – mine – that is still and lonely like … Continue reading
i’ve been working all night on my knees and with my hands so it’s alright baby if you’re tired and want to go to bed in my hands and knees that are worn and wear with you * it’s always terrible to not be able to see the tragedy in terror like when there is … Continue reading
i should’ve died because then my work would sell better than i could peddle it out with two hands worn and useless from trying to live on me when all i needed was rest in myself by drinking and smoking and consuming all i am by becoming all i’m not and not recalling the difference between … Continue reading
I go it isn’t working and she goes I know and we go apart making places where there is nowhere to go * I reek of old success and stupor when it mattered to matter and when I did to do and be done with myself until there was only applauding though I could not hear … Continue reading
What are words but pictures and pictures but language and language but us picturing the language of words to make us us again * If you look long enough at a person you will end up seeing yourself and if you look longer you end up seeing them and if you look longest of all … Continue reading
There is always someone more to know always someone worth always like her under the blue light who will always be there in your mind making you want to speak or listen or both until someone else unknown comes along who is more than always * Life is long but he died young younger than … Continue reading
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