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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
a stream lives forever running off into me and my mouth against me if it has to even though i am mostly it and it is mostly me for i have swallowed too much and am letting it go back into it like a dog who prefers the leash for at least then there’s an … Continue reading
writing on my love doesn’t feel as good as writing on my love * of love there isn’t enough off love there is a single letter difference is a bedmate a stubbed toe and a betrayal when you find your bedmate f’ing someone else toe slamming into furniture that is yours but feels foreign … Continue reading
will you be mine the days are getting shorter each time i look at my watch which doesn’t work as well as it did when it did when i was less long like a maple tree being born from a single shoot that fell off quite unfortunate during a storm railing like me when i’m … Continue reading
i am summer in the grass the movement of a dead body the anything anyone? who wants you and i tried and true and left only for me and you to discover in the winter on the trees and the autumn in the colours and that body there – mine – that is still and lonely like … Continue reading
what have i done to accompany these hairs on your thighs like you have growing unknown then waxing and waning hanging on with fingernails in a place where there was love once but now only us * i don’t think of myself often which is amazing i think * whoever said names never hurt was a … Continue reading
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