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love is unsexy crammed into disgusting dribble and a myriad of everyday worn tiny things like mowing the lawn into small comforts and lengths you decide after fighting about it to avoid the weeds from growing though they always do and though you come to like them there in the disappointing dirt where no seeds … Continue reading
when i was a poet writing poetry i’d have good things to say about all the bad like how to kill your mother by falling in love with your father who would never want you anyways a fact that ruined your abandoned orphaned ma wishing only the best for you the reverse of what … Continue reading
now that the light has broken i hope they see the sun sitting on the horizon of your eyes that they hold the tulips at your lips craving to kiss the sky that they see you as nothing less than the oceans once connected but growing still chipping away at the land never settling never … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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