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Did we die before or after we were killed like a seed that is made to flower but instead stumps in cement and footprints and voices talking about the plants of spring that haven’t sprung even though it is late in the season and each morning, the dew drowns the world in life * She … Continue reading
It’s freezing this summer and there’s a hope that in the cold we learn to swim with our head floating above the ice or at least higher than the others who didn’t learn the lesson that it is best to better and best of all to be better than that * I’m in the shower … Continue reading
And you haven’t left yet she tells me, though I’ve missed the beginning bits; and you won’t leave she tells me, though I’ve missed the middle bits; and you can’t leave she tells me, though she missed the ending bits. * What would you be without me I’m asked by a different me who has … Continue reading
How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
Water reflecting light like growing scabs I question whether she’s a peach with freckles or freckled with peaches that swallow her until a pit is reached with dangling feet above a summer dress and the ocean that pulls in her breath for what could be a tsunami on another day but instead is just her … Continue reading
Night bleeds stars when it is too early to come in and too late to go out so there are too many untold stories around including what happens tonight – or was it morning? * People say it is good to feel pain for there will be poems in misery but this is wrong: there is … Continue reading
When there is nothing left when the buildings bust and the sky shutters and the Universe is scattered like ants without a queen I would still have had you * I cut under my eyes to stop the tears and to colour a world so gray and dull with a sight so entirely mine that … Continue reading
Cancer has been excised and I’m empty with nothing to talk about in my electric chair and at my desk that coughs with hope in a place it never should’ve lasted like a daisy in Time Square that was fed the suns of business though it is darkness now where I still sit unmoving the … Continue reading
It takes women to make you realize how lucky you were to have one and then how unlucky you were to have one because you’ll want more of her in someone else and her is not her here and she is not she there in someone else * If only people were to notice me … Continue reading
The poets below bellow that they wish they had met you before you billow into me because they meant every word for you and I mean everything that is left, which is only you and the space between me and the ground under our dancing, slippery feet that is swallowed by poets who use fault lines … Continue reading
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