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we need you the dead to remind us of our connection to the living earth * the day deadens into another like a bad but continuous date flirting for a night that lightens underneath heavy covers and kissing toes where among summer somebodies who hold winter in their pants despite remaining pantless with flowers embroidered … Continue reading
we make for bad clouds formless and sinking into one another hoping to stop the falling and the rain that doesn’t always fall back into the water but instead into our hands that once held one another until we became mist blocking our sights but still inflating breath wet and sputtering giving back to the … Continue reading
she says against the lonely sun that she needs to work on herself and then waits for my approval though night comes too soon and silently for me to respond to her mouth that still hangs open teeth like stars turning black for no other reason than the sweetness of the surrounding world * isn’t … Continue reading
i have seen flashlights afraid of the dark flowers who hate the sun and ice that prefers it so as to see fully beyond into me now who knows that it will get the better of you as it has gotten better others before there slipping on the ice they could not see for the … Continue reading
you will ask yourself where everything went wrong and i will answer that it is the moment where you began to ask instead of doing something else to make it right * the dog chases its own tail and i laugh how stupid it is not to know itself later i limp a … Continue reading
the gods may be immortal but they need brief you to feel as though you must be needed in the world for there is so much pain and suffering despite the gods who in their silence show sacrifice sulks greatness and that they big as the universe are cut down to cheese-cube you whose height … Continue reading
the bird in its cage is envious of the cat’s freedom but knows the consequences of it singing thanks for the metal that once used to be a riverbed weeping a sky suspended and caught * my mother died giving birth though she lived for some thirty years afterwards like an animal to be sacrificed … Continue reading
whimper to the earth i can be tell the formless sky i can be more let night hide you under stars that have gone away but still echo to people who are crying next door under drowning whispers to someone or something or just it all that they are they are they are while day … Continue reading
a good poet try but you better be the better you instead of talking about politics love loss oppression insecurity refugees brutality unforgiving wait, await listen wind up dance a little for both meanings are true here: nothing lasts no matter how badly i tried to go to the place where things are forgot to … Continue reading
after all the good i have done for you we are done for good for the good after you * It meant nothing at all which i am sure was true for i see it now in front of me nothing nowhere with no one stretching incomprehensibly like a flower that isn’t trying to absorb … Continue reading
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