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you say your heart wasn’t in it and i believe by it you mean you and by you i mean us * with the slow self-immolation of breathing i turn away from the sun to see a night like a wedding lace showing what could have been with gentler kisses and less stumbling vows of … Continue reading
i wonder if there is a point during a thick of tumbling limbs where psychopaths get bored and say maybe this isn’t the life for me * the world on fire during sundown and in the ashes of night i still shield my eyes from seeing the little light that remains like a single person … Continue reading
i feel i feel too much or too little which still is often a little too much * you are a vegetarian in your heart but you let me open it up and eat till my meaty heart’s content * i had this dream where i did not need to dream but had this already … Continue reading
they have brought us here (my love and i) and separated us (my love and i) to different rooms mine dark, unseen, possibly cornerless with thoughts of whether her’s is better and if she is being treated alright which is what i wished for her from me (my love and i) because i assumed there … Continue reading
dying occasionally when she looks away i am a comma a lost eyelash that flows as she turns the pause in between when and then hanging there flattening scratching and pulling until the tail tears and i am left with a single universe ending a . silence then expansion – eyes closed caught elsewhere where … Continue reading
whether it is justice or evil compassion or decay history shows that more than ever there will be more than ever and this weathering of contradictions will require more than ever before * when man learns that he is not important to when or the universe he will yell at the stars remember they do … Continue reading
blue, painted red, roars of her and the sky they slept under where the sun warmed yellow and the clouds built to cool with white that took a little gray when life was postponed indefinitely to doze against the whisper of rain on the stucco roof that said hello i am blue painting red hoping … Continue reading
i wonder if the last future seer saw that there would be no future for her profession and if she told anyone or convinced herself that it was the machine or last night’s sleep or just maybe she was wrong this time * today followed from all the other todays is leading to the today … Continue reading
i am not dead despite all those that are and despite all those that aren’t who sometimes see me pale as the paper i am filling and they say he is just a dead tree after all * it was the language of love though no one understood so they spent years with their mouths … Continue reading
tell me what i am missing, love, besides for my love left untold and not missing me * i have never met a poet just casual visitors to the tunes and keys like birds who sometimes get their songs wrong * smiling under the hood i cut from below he holds me after years of … Continue reading
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