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alongside long

i lose my hat on the subway shuffling around midstep like a wounded dog trailing his master already ahead in a deep forest when a woman taps me before i race up to the heavens of the forgetful dead hands me my hat with a calm face a solo silence and i imagine this singular … Continue reading

70 million litres in

they will tell you to keep it down to keep you down and untold till you repeat the same to someone else looking down on them as they gaze skyward though you block the sun * the earth a drunk spinning around looking for someone to impress finding the room empty pissing down the stars … Continue reading

changing of the guards

daylight with spots on a shadow like the spoiled meat that gives it legs only to find me laying down on the same steps where a marriage failed forty three years two months and sixteen days ago a child was told by an uncle that all things hurt until they fade about twenty one days … Continue reading

would

he was a great writer embedded into the mill a voice gurgling over the radio that all there was to writing was to write but my hands were busy scalping trees with words at the wood cut from lovers long lost and a drunk who pissed his name into the roots hoping it would flower … Continue reading

nothing happens on thursday

i have seen the end of the world on a tuesday that stumbled into a wednesday forgetful of where the car is parked but still searching under the promise of night and the red electrocardiogram of modernity that will find the beat of an indian man who is not indian nor native to this land and … Continue reading

man(y)eater

meat burnt lava lost in the earth i am told you still drip into waters that leave you hard creating an island where no man is for the only ones who are what they eat are the cannibals who share your fire and your feast of us   (do it do it) (well done)   … Continue reading

90 degrees

i have seen couples who haven’t met yet break up after being hunched over each other’s shadows to gobble the darkness that only the brightest of suns will soak to leave a line of black that will be ceaselessly vertical normal at the right time though not yet dear not at this moment when there … Continue reading

who and who

sometimes there is too much life that you feel you are too little living or worse that you aren’t and then to continue to survive you must end you must * in order to become all that you wished you must stop wishing and do * it is true that one day you’ll make it … Continue reading

badly bad

The following is bad poetry only because I feel worse, not bad enough to stop. * and what will you tell them when after all of this there were moments i left you speechless * little is like the loss of the living except for maybe the living loss of the little likes * we … Continue reading

too soft

the following is repeated but unrepeatable. * the hardest thing you must learn is that you will not always be hard and then wrecked ruined and runny you will find you have learned nothing but still lost too much * the most difficult thing to learn will be that they will not love and you … Continue reading