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that great june light that throats summer into a call of plants gobbling and bugs that coo only for a ravenous month and mouth that’ll ruin the harvest in fall but now rests among the wave of yellow that sees me aiming for another planet with my piss drunk and hollering that i’ll water the … Continue reading
a poem every direction: wish you were here here wish you were were here wish you you were here wish a direction: every poem * i worry that history has narrowed its focus on me and will one day be called back by the vindication of my flesh a child caught up in … Continue reading
they say it small almost a whisper to carve you into a beautiful statue after an earthquake that can finally see the day light but instead notices the rubble around that is shaped like its left foot you are nothing * face bent towards the honeycomb sky dripping being into her while she suckles … Continue reading
knuckles blocking out the sun for the man is pregnant with a fatherhood that suckles the honey dripped summer where he wants to be but not burdened with being and the nights that swallow crowing murder when the mother is emptied by him huffing a childhood nursery rhyme he can’t exactly remember but whose beats … Continue reading
i know the loneliest sentence that after all of it i no longer think about you though you gave me it after all of that i know the loneliest sentence where among the prison of others there is little to be barred from except the heads that match heartache to the hands … Continue reading
curiosity mandates to look up at the stars rather than one’s feet but real curiosity is knowing that one’s feet were once stars and look how up they can go if only you learn to stand on your hands in ways stars never could * i bring the sounds left behind like dust that were … Continue reading
a sad jester realizes that we spilling laughter like blood and staring at them on the sole stage are the fools performing always * what is the point of happiness if not to blunt you into the realization of loss while the rest of the days will bleed boredom from the tampon of unfilled functioning … Continue reading
won’t you teach the boys that there is nothing to learn in your voice of contrition and confusion after ghosts gave way to host a celebration to the violence that decapitated them staring there with eyes dripping hunger onto the floor where the boys play cops and robbers saying there can’t be a girl criminal … Continue reading
i want to tell you that i too have no wants untold that i am complete like a snail shell with being but i sometimes feel left behind to empty and hole up with sands that come after the city is ground into its elements and glass remains a liquid slow moving wearing on your … Continue reading
it is horrible that there is no disaster that made humanity cave into that special lonely realization reserved for that third vodka shot that holds that horror that leaves you wondering why there is that many people in the world that serve no other function then to not notice that you are dancing with the … Continue reading
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