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it has all been about the unsaid sayings like how the cat is shitting poetry how a dry hand trails the tail or how you are meowing another’s name how no one listens to the last words of a sunset when a war roars on how an opiate holds onto the scraps of a … Continue reading
the following is more of not that again. * there are many words still not still that remain to be said that beg for you to give them a chance against all the others you have held in little handfuls caught in a laughter during class and whispered to another who whispered back what you … Continue reading
keep me on tempo with the gang of heart flutters and what she said to me shadowing over a night one last night let this be the night where the crazy comes sane the sane slips to you and you move to me till morning generous on the horizon not slowing down no matter the … Continue reading
i have lived my life as though i died thirty years ago as though i were a soft murmur of snow before the avalanche as though i am in a woods i do not know the name of shaking off the cold into a fire from trees that have grown for hundreds of years until … Continue reading
i drill through the city with a subway that weeps each morning about a blue print to a million other lives than this they say that some of the microbacteria from thousands of years are being unfrozen from the glaciers because of climate change why is this place so cold where is the … Continue reading
another night looking for another night and some different life than this spent looking at things that require a second look to remember in repetition like myself who i only see in mornings and even then barely eyes slits of her billow nearly flat on my back dirty grabbing onto folds of old ready to … Continue reading
the following isn’t worthwhile, though it took a while away from my worth. * here is how it is i think of you not thinking of me i see you in sunlit rooms and the places we haven’t visited but would love without being sloppy enough to describe it as such i talk … Continue reading
death keeps mailing me nude pictures with deep red lingerie dangling like last words or beads of a rosary and a fixture that is too pixelated for my tastes i’m watching a hockey game and it comes just before the bright side the hobble of happiness in a drugged commercial and the slurping win … Continue reading
not dressed right during the last nights of dancing composed of still sagging pants mouthing your name a fedora filled with the cold thoughts of yesterday’s goals and this moment of a leg over another wanton with more a beat a slip a light snapping at my eyes to look at … Continue reading
i suppose you want to hear how it all went away where the words that were never said go and the dreams unaccomplished rest among the children of an eunuch and the camp fire stories told by prometheus but i am tired of this language there is so much noise in us already the bannister … Continue reading
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