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the following are small snippets of something i can’t quite understand yet. maybe when i’m seventy i’ll finally get it, come back here, and say, ah, i was close. then, i’ll start again. * i have never known death to say no only life to stutter with maybe and not now and i’m tired aren’t … Continue reading
you told me to be the best me so i could get the best of you so i got to the top triumphant and full but you were not there any longer no one was * she’s slumped in my bed lumpy and limping from a night that hasn’t happened yet but will when … Continue reading
from space with time the world is breathless like a punch in the gut where there is pain daily and the undigested chunks of land bruise against a bleeding sun and disappearing clouds * it is done they are dead is it enough yet or should i stop too * it is true that among hungry … Continue reading
when i see you seeing me i am narcissus drowning and clawing at anything which includes your hands holding mine together and stopping them from making the shadow of a butterfly against the sun that will leave me as icarus father of the fallen charmer of snakes a man in heaven without wings and you … Continue reading
i can’t believe so many people are so content to be so old when i am so discontent with my youth and how quickly it goes and how slow i am to notice that i quickly will notice slower * if there is nothing to hold onto in heaven i imagine hugs will be quite … Continue reading
car like a fish hook with later worms and a small mountain i’m drinking the jungle juice of humankind and the last breath of dinosaurs who will never know my thanks for such a life driven to such ends * i’m trying to find the words to say i don’t want to try to find … Continue reading
look i’m trying to see what’s the point in carrying on but it’s a lot to carry and i am having a hard enough time tumbling on through * i’m sure there is a reason to be assured in yourself but i’m not sure myself * she was the most beautiful girl and i was … Continue reading
dread is waking up each morning wishing you were dead going to sleep each night wishing you didn’t wake up and dreaming about nothing at all except haze that accompanies you always like dew that won’t evaporate but sticks around full and hungry waiting to pool and drown the world like it will if there … Continue reading
what you heard is true: this is my body met and meated on a saturday when your clothes fell away like after a hunt in which you only found the woods and yourself a taste of you tipped on your tongue salivating what you heard is true: this is my body years of the same … Continue reading
the most difficult thing will be to find love when there is no love and then remembering that love before love is different than love after love even more so than love during love which is always difficult for sometimes there is no love though love is said the most of any time * the … Continue reading
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