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snow like lives lost looking for a soft place to land finding disaster a four car pile up blood whiteness ruined by those who can realize it while they realize less and see that all roads lead to an end and the sky above ends too * he’s throwing up because he’s grown up too … Continue reading
out from the night against a blowfish of light she sways left and right room enraptured tight coffee stirs with hushed murmurs as she confers the menu, orders small black no sugar spoons bent and brokered obscure angles of her to make life fuller moments that may lead to some great deed when she … Continue reading
the orchid wasn’t enough but the dirt was for with it i buried you among the dry roots and the finger painting that could’ve been if could had been * i am not looking for anything more than the ability to not look anymore * there’s a disguise i still wear and have forgotten how … Continue reading
reading is never alone for writing is always a loan * books like birds perched on warm shelves waiting for food for thought and more original truths that fly away but are hunted captured then wait around in a cage for nothing more than to be let back in the comfort of black margins * … Continue reading
dog eared books have a bite bigger than their bark if you give them your voice your teeth your tongue * if you were to annotate this you’d find that i included you in the whole when there wasn’t when and where you find me here consuming sky and sitting in freeze-dried stalagmites of concrete … Continue reading
the world weeps misery and snowflakes that are large full a testament to beauty repeating beauty landing on the land and dying on the beating tongue of the most beautiful girl in the world is she weeping or is it just melting * against the faces i’ve faced you look so serious like an … Continue reading
where are you when you are where you aren’t you which includes here in my arms as you tell me you haven’t felt like yourself for a long time like a tree with hard bark that is hollow inside a good home a dead being with dying beings inside * like a snake slurping on … Continue reading
i was going to wake up and see the world but the shades are shut where covered darkness births the warmth of one’s breath like carrion from roadkill of a baby raccoon that no one else will look at or for for there are many more who will not cross the road * behind my shield i … Continue reading
there is a place where no one belongs where i am sick and dying and where i don’t belong either for every time i look into the abyss it not only looks back but says in spit where oceans swim what are you doing here this is my spot i am here because you aren’t … Continue reading
bad poetry makes good poets. i just need to keep going until, there, it’s happened. i’ve done it. all is right, perfect, except for that next word. violence. * i was trying to see if she still loved me but i no longer see her because we fell out of love * left to our … Continue reading
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