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perhaps for a few years we all remain still with the fisherman gazing at the swimming serenity of the waters that have held beautiful faces before they swallowed a small sea because of the others who now stand awkwardly at first hands unmoving bats and balls reflecting a darkness that travels to their panting mouths … Continue reading
dear friend who is four foot eight, you are big. you are immense. you are total. too often in the scrum of wants and failures, this knowledge is forgotten. more must be done. more is being is done. how can i join it? how can it join me? while these questions are necessary in a … Continue reading
i need to tell you i love you like i need not to but can nonetheless as the moon does to the sun sometimes during the day as a freckle against the blue waves that reach towards the sky and stars even in the smallest of cups * i am nothing without you for even … Continue reading
look upon you like for lost keys and the open wound above that forever changes its bandages but still bleeds sun daily until that will go too into nothing and nothing again for i throat silence instead of a voice which has heard too much like that a voice cannot listen from bodies borrowed from … Continue reading
electricity green where the nature doesn’t grow finds me holding onto my bag fearing the rowing above from buildings bending against the dried stream that recounts the now dead tree stumps still reaching for the next leaf and the original current of yellow that may bask between my legs in a smell of longing to … Continue reading
i am trying to define loneliness for you but you wouldn’t understand which is exactly it * i have been able to avoid being alone by avoiding i and what i have been * there is little like loneliness which is perhaps why there is little loneliness except for in poetry where each line is … Continue reading
it is not love that will get rid of that feeling of lack of love it is not pain that will absolve numbness it is not what it is that makes is it and it is not not that makes you come to know no but instead it is you there waiting for something that … Continue reading
mornings have regretted the night before but have still picked off the shadows that are leeches gleaned from a stream of yellow that smell like piss in a daylight that sees me there clothed yet still naked moving in the direction opposite from the world’s spin trying to regain tomorrow’s tomorrow with a little bit … Continue reading
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
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