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we didn’t get the chance to get we though i hope now gotten and done you find less gambles * i wish none of you were sad though i suppose then i would be sad for who would i write to and what happiness would i know having nothing more to wish for * this … Continue reading
i am afraid i’ll never do it that i’ll slip into mediocrity where even among the mediocre i’ll be considered in whispers as only okay that i’ll grow up gasping little lives maybe producing one or two myself who will shadow upwards like me who remained unfortunately ungrown i am afraid i’ll never do … Continue reading
trying to save falling clouds from drowning in the puddles of themselves where among the murky mondays his eyes are gray storms slipping back to storms seas back to savage seas under glasses after a lifetime of not seeing himself through lenses and reflecting confusion bringing the thing closer to him him closer to it … Continue reading
if i die today let it not be because of yesterday but because i managed to slip into the ever-escaping tomorrow * these sentences show too many spaces between us but i cannot stop myself from reading into the bare silences * when i die ensure i am drunk and in love perhaps with … Continue reading
and have you considered the sea’s fear of the never beaten beach or perhaps that broken hearts have more openings for entry or that the tired mirror should be shattered for it has seen more than you or that you have seen too much too for you do not reflect much anymore about considerations of … Continue reading
i will never get used to being used by you and that favourite lie you said on your back looking up at me making me mull over whether i was the lost lonely cloud or you were that you weren’t lying * one day i will be all you wanted before you found those bits … Continue reading
the following is too much of too little. * write it write it write the poem that includes everyone including you there sitting sloppily looking at them flipped precipitating pages of night and remaining unseen unread unknown like a lost thing * no one reads and all remains right for there is little wrong with … Continue reading
a poem every direction: wish you were here here wish you were were here wish you you were here wish a direction: every poem * i worry that history has narrowed its focus on me and will one day be called back by the vindication of my flesh a child caught up in … Continue reading
they say it small almost a whisper to carve you into a beautiful statue after an earthquake that can finally see the day light but instead notices the rubble around that is shaped like its left foot you are nothing * face bent towards the honeycomb sky dripping being into her while she suckles … Continue reading
knuckles blocking out the sun for the man is pregnant with a fatherhood that suckles the honey dripped summer where he wants to be but not burdened with being and the nights that swallow crowing murder when the mother is emptied by him huffing a childhood nursery rhyme he can’t exactly remember but whose beats … Continue reading
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