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do we have time to watch the birds we who were the sky can we stop to swim in the ocean we who were the waters is there enough skin to bask in the sun we who were the light what are we now though we who were we until we needed to … Continue reading
the following is following is * give me me that bad body that’ll pick up when wiping out of my mom’s vacant room where the darkness is too blinding and the light has been known to tip the cold with a twin that wants to save his soul left there in the place of death … Continue reading
the following are not the the, though the ends too * love me until i love me * you are made of galaxies that didn’t make it but that one day can figure out how much failure can be created through all you are and mostly aren’t * are you the smoke of the cigarette or … Continue reading
in the grey ground where the bodies grow green i tried to excite you just as you were sleeping after the dawn that died with still too much to do in a city that no one saw like this at night where the buildings stand alone occupied as stars in slumber if only you would look … Continue reading
this is the taste of death but i cannot be hurt with the years that have gone since you have spending years trying to not be you which is such a you thing to do yawning years slugged into unconcern quiet as a growing flower will when the forest comes in vengeance of all the life … Continue reading
the following are aren’t * hello goodbye nothing else * smoky stars eyes focused street on and on * first date went well with no second * i am sorry that when writing i didn’t have you in mind i was trying to figure out my own * regardless of what you heard its all … Continue reading
i am told i must remember that this is better than what was then but i am eight and running with my dog who later died to an echo of my grandma saying that heaven held no humans only lost pets waiting for pats like sunsets glowing at themselves in a mirror spent on years … Continue reading
don’t you miss the days of knowing how to get back here to the poured place where birds warn against the morning’s warm slaughter and the crowds sigh against the other team’s score and what of those atoms scratching at my window to see me late at night thinking of no more than a bundle … Continue reading
i suppose they will say it was always about me anyway when i would try to write about you but they did not feel what the ocean does each time it touches sand or how a woman must when they get their first period in a crowded grocery store or a bird under a tire … Continue reading
and there SHE was cloaked in articles of light standing still on a spinning top holding it all together while i was out there doing THE THING so as to make it towards the OTHER THING which in that moment i could’ve sworn was HER against the crumbling city that was making me feel bad … Continue reading
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