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who was milking the grey of those clouds where there we be not doing it again like those birds that block the branches that eat the scraps see the showers stuck as bathtubs that too must suffer the fate of eroding to the human form with whiteness praised the nails clipping the esophagus look look … Continue reading
another lung lonely with those birds on the line squawking and shitting blabbing about how to hide the sun destroy the trees eat more than their bodies have shit in them to shit more than their bodies can shit there is no breath untouched no love in the day their wild wings are the … Continue reading
does he look before he leaves will she desert you for herself has anyone told you you were made to be kissed held given thick limitless chocolate to daily even if it will make you plump with lips that hold and kiss more fat with fat this is you big enormous you … Continue reading
how have you last looked at love was it with thick holes then radiance the rushing against the arms of the hairy wind were there worn whispers you there naked chaos telling this worried world that sometimes a sunflower must shine brighter than the sun that feeds it who held the stem … Continue reading
no body has ever given birth only a way to push away from the awkwardness in this conversation dull belly bending dumb into dusk birch trees peeling from your nails the birds outside singing in each office cubicle until they are burnt by the fire fifty years from now drowned in the flood 102 years … Continue reading
i am starting to think that picasso painted to just get the girls to slip into a sweet summer away from the warm wind and long lost days in front of that great death guernica les demoiselles the weeping woman arm pits bare breasts abound all the females in the world are in the museum … Continue reading
you know what i am looking for the wild words that hold me when others do not the dripping down my leg from a little life lived the deep hungry earth decomposing in the thrust of another season that thing that was there before love was all there was those thick words wet with the … Continue reading
dear dear, it was said that this would be the time of my life. sometimes, it is. days wear sunlight and i can hear an ocean miles away. some of the salt is found in my cup. other times, though, i sit here, baked by the sun, burnt by it, thinking what it means to be turned … Continue reading
cy is short for cyan, which is supposed to sound like sigh, and i do. her name was meant to be hissyphus. a parody of the gods, i got her to give meaning to the mythos of grey, to move the rocks i did not know how to. she doesn’t roll. she sits on my … Continue reading
opened to the distance of being in a bed with someone falling out of love with you here i am again softened by the want of kissing the corner of your mouth only to find it rounded like the sun that will set like the night scattered as flour edges cut like a cedar spring … Continue reading
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