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meta static

food undigested on the chest breasts already pancakes they will laugh when reaching under the napkin of my body they the strong they the knowledgeable will the question caught on my throat survive the morning before they leave there is another joke that reaches the awake ears bending like flowers to the sun curtains closed … Continue reading

ken

how many dogs need to die to feed the cat with the fat pouring onto the dull street that forgets to reach this silver headless plate   when the sun sours atop the family pet then you must summon my name like a leash turned whip air beckoning the bow demanding the few breathes barked … Continue reading

black and white

these the people that will inherit the earth floating alongside me and smiling with the teeth of hungry geese honking over an already white winter   above there will be sky smooth words spilled that it is okay that i smoke because isn’t life hard and aren’t things horrible and if you should ever want … Continue reading

Rags

This is something I wrote for a fashion company I worked for that made me wear. * The future is a shaky present, a blowback to a past that is either forgotten accidentally or otherwise never digested fully. It’s a never-ending nowhere, a hope to put a flag onto a land that has no country. … Continue reading

william cody

looking at you and i closed speaking in tongues must i swallow this memory too the timely teaching of your name the dripping of that thick life down your chin where each slippery morning there is still rot somewhere a fresh breaking that can be heard over the horizon and the relatable gulp of that … Continue reading

to grow up like this

and the lump is a throat is a life who will say that one should never strain their neck for muscles connect to bone and bone connects to milk and you can be powerful son you can block out the sky if you drink enough of that tall tale   night blankets the room in … Continue reading

a good version of the text

if the iliad must begin with rage, then i must admit that our age is not so peaceful either. there are people who have told me they hate me in a language i do not understand, and on some days, would not want to. dogs who shit in my steps. tea kettles which will burn … Continue reading

cy

down down that lonely road pruned with the stale blood of the cold cats already struck on the street   why is it that i must fall in love with the moon and the unreachable   they come for the fences first bold barriers to people like me those who will select the right perfect … Continue reading

Ga ga goo go

Dear dear, In nine months, I am happy to be the first to present to you a healthy, though squawking birth, a weird congratulation for the act of insemination of a thing that is meant to be more than a thing, a failed bird, a busted egg, an omelet if the bird-part sticks faster than … Continue reading

con vex

that heart the shape of a bowl that fed ancient civilizations with the hope of finding something that does not require someone   that brain slippery folds of women atop of women where your mother will warn that you need to get a good girl for you are a better boy   those lungs a … Continue reading