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you say that there’s something missing in my poems and i’ll admit it’s you which is why i write them so you can find yourself in me stifling, silenced carrying on without * i’ve never known a complete work just fragments of wills and whats and whys that remind not everyone can be great myself … Continue reading
i have the look of a fish in the freezer of a supermarket hoping for a home or at least a meal when she kisses me and leaves soon after * my dreams must be a way of getting back at me for living in this reality like a fortune cookie before the break, just … Continue reading
people used to love here where we used to we in flowers and fun before the mosquitoes swell with thoughts of me the semi-squeezed pimples with hairs and ideas of being better when i am not in a scarred terrain with barren mountains for bones and skies for the invisible forgotten that is meant only … Continue reading
there’s a poem that will make it so no poems have to be written anymore but it is not this one and not the next but the one after offers some hope in the unknown with its head in the sand and its arms waiting to be used to bludgeon then caress all the words … Continue reading
is this part of the text or is it a mistake i left in because part of the text is a mistake left in me? * i am i as long as we stay we but there’s but away and a way days daze dye into die heir into air see into sea by saying … Continue reading
legs like light signalling for me to follow until one of us ends and even then there’s some * the one thing i see in other humans is that they do not see the humanity of other’s because i don’t either * a man’s back stuck in public transport with no communication or understanding why looks … Continue reading
she says she cheated on me and i am so tired all of a sudden and there’s a place to sleep here somewhere though it used to be her stomach in summer or a shoulder in winter but i can’t tell the outside from the inside now and so i look back to her as … Continue reading
we are our own light in darkness that does not belong to us but that is us a waiting absence spent belonging to it despite the short and suffocating time we moved beyond to create to make to delight * her arms tied at the elbows like meat netted in plastic or a puppet whose … Continue reading
i’ve been trying to make it so that i can make it alright for others who want the same and will learn when they are here and sludge that it is not so great to be similar to slime and to have it made for what is left besides others who wonder what it’s like … Continue reading
i was blind as a child when i put on glasses and saw that i didn’t look as i thought which was like trying to spell out a hum as cold as the night and warm as the ground that would be there as a blanket when i could see no more but still go … Continue reading
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