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on the pain of the world that makes us want to get off it: there are those who don’t understand that they climb back to the waters not to find the origin of life but to have a death that is quite average and respectable and that may have a nice ceremony though they aren’t … Continue reading
every time i drink i am reminded of why i hate drinking which makes me drink more and become hate re-minded: an every time drunk * fiction creates a universe poetry is one * let it be known that your existence is a revolutionary act of resistance for to change it all all of it … Continue reading
the perfect sentence has not been written yet for in writing there is no perfect sentence it exists only in yet * freedom is not having no fear but instead not fearing no * nothing works well except perhaps nothing * don’t want to lose that love by using words like love that have felt … Continue reading
the summer in her breath settles the city inside shade providing momentary coolness where i bungle my words against a wall of teeth like like like i like you but she’s gone addressing the harvest that will come from someone else not like me * poetry is me sitting here stuck wishing i was standing … Continue reading
i am an ordinary man who hopes in some special way this sin won’t be used against him as he goes about his day to be gone by night and slumped in his bed still but still stumbling on about what happened maybe yesterday or two years ago when there was a chance to not … Continue reading
to the purple van that is going the way of the dinosaurs after living off them, you cannot read but that is okay because for a while i couldn’t read either and i want you to know how okay i was then. though i didn’t know much and didn’t know how much this ignorance was … Continue reading
i am forgetting who i am but remembering that this disappearing is who i am * there are only a few moments in your life where your life is decided and often it involves uninvolvement years of building boredom a moment of crisis leading to a question of why you didn’t do more or weren’t … Continue reading
soldier of breath armed with exhalations and arms that are taking too much oxygen pressing her away meanwhile the heart is losing the battle and there is a foxhole somewhere you might fit into but she feels clunky and tired and worn like a used gun that smokes too much and shoots too little … Continue reading
all is not enough for all the universe yawns into excitement daily do the same make your you * one day i will look back nearly blind and without will and i will say how much i could see then * poetry is a thug that takes your money and leaves you broke * the … Continue reading
stretch marks like a lazy river across your smile while inside your mouth there is darkness always * but you feel that no one feels that like you feel until you find a little book with all your words full and bleeding wet yet still burning with fire * i am the grand son of … Continue reading
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