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Cutting
Like the way I smell a flower I want to breathe you in, up to my cillia The pages flip, goodbye I am closer to the end Now it exists around me
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Gypsies
My old clothes scattered like anonymous childeren Windswept throughout the 50 states
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Trophy Case
It’s guileless The way 2 lovers meet One eager one Too desperately shy To do anything
In online meeting rooms They negotiate for years In playful post haste Falling into an agreement Never still enough To realize ambition
First it was me Out at sea Now i walk your streets And even if we meet I would turn my cheek
2 lovers meet in a world So Drastically different To recognize anything they’d heard about love before Unsure whether what we felt was different I passed her by
By the time I finally realized She was gone
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Wherever I May Roam
The streets a sea From the passenger seat Each person’s owns palatial chariot
Every known corner I can reach My breadth cannot compare to feet The melted rock sheets Took years to complete Built by people long deceased
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Shower
So guilty My sex is only for me I care nothing about you And the consequences For years I have evaded them completely In skin that contrasts dark clothing I wear to feel trite Nestled in generational safety And american history But you, you don't have the same roots as me You don't wear the same shoes as me You don't protect yourself like the other girls And that terrifies me The thought of being faced with consequences for all my past actions Speaks louder than statistics I only feel this way when I have Nothing to do
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Observation
She sits on a concrete stair next to a statue of Mother Theresa Begging for alms Her head is in her hands Eyes wide, the whites Like the universe, growing She feels like the husk of Cicada skin left behind On a tree
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Smoky black spiders Drift though the night After Faces are lit up in Surprise A short respite Climbs up the sky
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W.B.
I emptied myself into another Mans mouth while Waiting for the train After my yoga class And got spat out
I picked myself up And rode away
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Deliverance
I looked into the box and saw, to my rapture, What was not a fiery swath of baleful fiends, Malevolent in design, But a multitude of bright wandering stars Who comfort and accompany me into the unknown.
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Oh Dear
From a pedestal I silence voices With a classically trained ear Please come here I’ll inspect your skin Release myself in a orchestrated Offering Despite all allegorical pontifications Im blinded, captured By this binding to the sun And the ring I’ll hear next morning
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Paper, or plastic
How can you forgive me?
I walk, barefooted and heavily up a gray grass hill How can i forgive myself
A stone strikes me below the temple Breaks skin and cracks off a bruised bone Blood lets rapidly down the side of my cheek curdles between the curled hairs of my bare chest
She smiles, laughs as we take advantage of her Why does she smile, how can she laugh. How can we watch
I hurl another stone at the trudging tall figure. I strike him, below the temple Draw blood and begin to guffaw I gasp to inhale air and it flows right out out through the gaping hole in my chest Asphyxiated, arrogant mute actor Maybe she has a hole in her chest too
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The Land of Miracles (2015)
And by I came an ancient forest Trees tall and strong and round and firm On I walked in constant motion Through these trees, which formed an ocean Past fragments of a rocky cliff and bridged over a dark abyss Receiving now the smell of water I pushed on forward Moving farther The day had passed and on came night With stars of greatness, cool but bright Tied to the dock, a single boat I rowed forever, then awoke
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Eyre Max (2020)
Sometimes I feel like The plastic cap that Protects the tool that a Doctor uses to probe the Ear, nose and throat Sometimes id just like to see a boat smell the water and hear a gull cry Then nothing at all The future is only a stall A period of time unknown a window an upside - down cone
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Space
Her freckles smile at me, blue fashion I bike to the park alone the next day Itch pulls, makeup then slip, slide, stay It’s still a happy game we play
Do i have morals or do we lie Animal kingdom yet is wide Cities phones produce produce Coquettish smile Juice is juiced
Pity the way that people escape Years of learning Just to take
Whispers lost, i couldn’t make Left it in Withheld the break
Next morning, dress, through the window open air Wash my hands the ink remains I am a man, I live with stains
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Title
Black gothic architecture painted blue at the bottom Lonely sharks swim overhead Hoping for eye contact
Cartoon rounded legs Stand on stacks of folded paper
I wipe stardust from my eyes Kneel at the foot of later
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Joy
Words of dead singers fill my ears I put my mask on this morning and was able to absorb it into my own skin I am smiling now
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Kind words passed
Off the ground Floor painted white Things I have left unsaid Kind words passed the sky above is grey The pain like rumble strips along the highway
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