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i’m lots of 23 hugging a wall or just laying down splayed like a bird squashed or a fish gutted from the gestation of girls that bounce with a night you could hear if you were listening and around with me moving and putting poetry into the motion of bodies that bind all that can be bound … Continue reading
i wake up each morning and think what poem am i going to ooze today and then i fall back asleep on my desk with slobber working well * so few people have the courage to not be people anymore and too many watch themselves fade in moments of joy and boredom spent awaiting the good … Continue reading
coughing is the only time you’ll recognize your breath so suffocate live in gaps and die each day only to begin again for no other reason because you were born drooling and learning how to use those lungs to stop drooling in sputters * leave some of me left after you have finished with me … Continue reading
my mother gave birth to me on all fours sweating out pain and bleeding daylight that brought news from outside earth the always vacuous and never friendly coughs of breath gone and mistaken spent asking for someone to end her before this does while she leaks and i form into a solid that takes up … Continue reading
i should’ve died because then my work would sell better than i could peddle it out with two hands worn and useless from trying to live on me when all i needed was rest in myself by drinking and smoking and consuming all i am by becoming all i’m not and not recalling the difference between … Continue reading
where will this wilderness end when it was only yesterday that I cleaned and went to the bar with friends because I had a productive day of doing things which is positive compared to the alternative and met this girl who was a friend of lipstick and looks and me for I took her home … Continue reading
This is genius the man said real good stuff where the sound of the streets and steamer blowing travels was reduced by his praise and by the fact that it took all it took from me which was all I had and still wasn’t enough of it because it was miserable and unfinished and reminded … Continue reading
What are words but pictures and pictures but language and language but us picturing the language of words to make us us again * If you look long enough at a person you will end up seeing yourself and if you look longer you end up seeing them and if you look longest of all … Continue reading
I’m ass to sun after a great education told me I could do it all if only I worked and worse like wearing pants which are now far away and floating in clouds I can’t see with my butt high indomitable and creaking like water in a damn with a little flow from a big reserve … Continue reading
Summer sun on blank paper tells the best story ever written * All thoughts are those of others, which leaves you wondering who thought about you or is that just a thought you were told to think by me, an other * A dog wretches while I carve your name into the bark of a … Continue reading
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