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Haven’t all the sonnets been written yet? There’s a game on, I’m told. The Blue Jays are flapping off the branches of old syrup-dried trees while the enfolding flowers are dying outside. I am inside now, shivering and cold and wondering if there is mold in the wooden room, whether it points to the North, … Continue reading
it was a lonely dirt path that was lost for a long while but that led curved and cornered to an ocean that was bent on slowly gobbling it away * after you all love will be plagiarized * we will be willed forever until the end which of course makes no sense but that … Continue reading
i still address the past like an old friend who does not remember me and the bits of i i left dressed in them and the stillness we shared once we moved apart * he needs love (i am him) (i am need) (i am love) * all you need is needing all of you … Continue reading
i suppose it was supposed to be me who loved you without much suppositions but i doubted i * all of us are going through too much and one day i am sure we will breathe easy like the summer until we remember that there were those unsure of these sun-steeped days and who … Continue reading
come here nuzzle your tired head that is heavy after the guillotine of thoughtless others who wanted too much of you from you come here with your need to talk about the universe and how it doesn’t talk back to you come here full of insecurities and doubts and hopes and dreams and bone that … Continue reading
the following is a trend that rends an end. * you are nothing more than a taped together collection of meat and bone and bliss and smiles and stars that passed into more than nothing found in you are you are you are * i cannot understand why i always walk away from horizons instead … Continue reading
the following is typical trash made worse by the fact i trashed the type. * summer recedes into the horizon and i am alone for even the leaves fall as flowers that eventually hide into the ground where i will wish to lay on greener pastures surrounded by others in the final empty barroom of … Continue reading
i will admit that i am broken but at least i still took a walk this morning and saw a little bit of sun and listened to a coworker tell me about problems back home and rode the subway to the silence of strangers who could just be as sad as me if they look … Continue reading
kill softly with generosity so that when they come in the always that creeps ahead with their mouths in hungry lolls and eyes desolate in other yous and their knees dirty from prayer and the gardening afterwards when they still remain empty you will open your arms with a hug for all a hug that … Continue reading
you fear drowning but i am water that can create life that is it found there in your mouth in you in me making love to you by just being close to your flowing fire your smile that grows flowers in hopes of one day being under your nose and feeling home again * i … Continue reading
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