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keep me on tempo with the gang of heart flutters and what she said to me shadowing over a night one last night let this be the night where the crazy comes sane the sane slips to you and you move to me till morning generous on the horizon not slowing down no matter the … Continue reading
i have lived my life as though i died thirty years ago as though i were a soft murmur of snow before the avalanche as though i am in a woods i do not know the name of shaking off the cold into a fire from trees that have grown for hundreds of years until … Continue reading
i drill through the city with a subway that weeps each morning about a blue print to a million other lives than this they say that some of the microbacteria from thousands of years are being unfrozen from the glaciers because of climate change why is this place so cold where is the … Continue reading
cement coughing a night i can’t appreciate with a head dedicated to what was it just remember it this time please eyes there watching as i descend into you and the same shame of another opportunity not taken when my hands are full of the emptiness of i seeing nothing more than the ground that … Continue reading
is it only the sunlight that makes the sun the sky formed by a single cloud the earth that is bound by a pot or plant what of i wrecked wondering and wishing for more than this little bit of not much but still too much no reply beyond this except for the … Continue reading
cold again the ridges meet in the uncanny valley of your heart emptying on a tuesday where the wednesday was taking too long you are already laying next to her in a room filled with blobs of the unwritten though it was said the painter left a mark somewhere under the last tenant’s notion … Continue reading
another night looking for another night and some different life than this spent looking at things that require a second look to remember in repetition like myself who i only see in mornings and even then barely eyes slits of her billow nearly flat on my back dirty grabbing onto folds of old ready to … Continue reading
it is the apocalypse though it is only tuesday feet sloppy with sweat standing pajamas slinking at five thirty three pm there is an infant yelling behind me there is always an infant yelling behind me arms slope with booze i should’ve gotten a shopping cart it was busy i was going … Continue reading
the following isn’t worthwhile, though it took a while away from my worth. * here is how it is i think of you not thinking of me i see you in sunlit rooms and the places we haven’t visited but would love without being sloppy enough to describe it as such i talk … Continue reading
when was the moment you thought you weren’t valuable anymore was it when you had all the memories and none of the friends when life stewed in nine months matured in many more and was ruined in ten seconds by another mix just as complicated and long when i was supposed to … Continue reading
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