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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
when was the moment you thought you weren’t valuable anymore was it when you had all the memories and none of the friends when life stewed in nine months matured in many more and was ruined in ten seconds by another mix just as complicated and long when i was supposed to … 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
Dear dear, There was a time when you dated these letters but I don’t know when it happened. I would say that is my biggest failure, save for the fact that I referred to it as it, and worse yet, I did it again. But I don’t. It could be today. Yesterday. Some other sad … Continue reading
the following is due to the death of gordie downie. i did not know him. i listened to him infrequently. and i am broken too. * all those things that left in the morning behind that closed yellow door and the pants that aren’t put on quite right yet a car that spits smoke on … Continue reading
couldn’t stop the smoking so i swallow the cigarette couldn’t coo the crying so i tether the tissues couldn’t mend the ending so i look as you leave * swallowing you alive in gasps that tell of a story of something besides me spilling myself at your feet where i sift and slip … Continue reading
the following is not good. but neither am i. * so familiar the hand holding at a distance to bring another close while here the cold circles like sleepless nights or a tree already cut wondering where the fallen fruit goes if flowers shine around * to see with my own eyes my eyes … 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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