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AAAAAAAHHHHHH

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—- I never loved my halo, but I did love you. too soon. a carefully cultivated cavity. a high with the hive-mind. hold my heart steady or just let it go, there’s an ounce of you that still makes me feel alive. those gentle hands and hard eyes. a holy heartache campaign. you smelt just like fresh rain and sin, like a homesickness.

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Plumbum preening, a plumage of poison and pestilence

It’s in the water, oil, air and soil 

Leaks and bleeds, bleed for, bleed for me

My blood, mine, I am my slave 

Who’s shines the dark, just deserts of light

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flashflood

ah. i know this scene.

a sunsoaked memory

the city sea wall not yet broken

the clouds were still lavender

Da Vinci’s kaleidoscope in the sky

when old dogs learned new tricks

cats were yet to be declawed

when time was measured

by how much time was left to play.

ah, i know this scene.

a weatherworn memory

after the city sea wall collapsed

the skyscrapers stood like Noah’s ark

dog paws floundered above sidewalks

cat claws sank in burlap sacks

when the storm had blown in, raging

now the only lavender is lightning strikes

lighting up the relentless flood.

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Cimmerian Sunrise

Enduring regrets Indistinct screams Restrained tears And masked pain Bedevil this husk Until it withers Away into cinders Omitted for good Within the ether

wpm

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Another corpse buried on the field of my longing

Another horse chews through the bloodweeds

Another rip in the belonging

She knows not of the source of seeds

At the edge of all I knew how to give

Her rider long forgotten to the quagmire

Of battling will to love and live

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sit with the page with the word till the days blur blaze blend all astray astral rays till silence is arms raised in praise. unafraid to swallow pain glazed by grace or of the shook ways we trace mistake from its ache in the indigo out- take gaping fake testing all this grave for its weight just so made in a state of constant debilitating hate. the willow will wait with a patience so deep it outlasts the sick breath of this rotten apple's fate. i awake just to fade day to dreaming in spades, diamond minded bothered by the softest thought of un-good. and not love, and the death of touch i crave to reach. i guess this screech that beats in me never took to speech really.

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fugitives of the astral plane

it’s 4am

intermissions

at the ballet

an herbal dance

and the screaming cats

are concerned

about her waking state

we all are

escaped into

the amaranth

and sweet grass

there’s a cabin

where I stay strapped

and free

walking room to room

in dreams

where god lives too,

lawlessly

.

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Enchantment

when bare trees dream

missing their leaves

we by the hearth

in evening chair

in sleepy gown

reminisce

the deep of the forest

lace curtain clouds

amber'd fields

rendered in magic

this autumn sky knows us well

your gentle hands

our visible breath 

enchantment

jk

artist -Andrew Wyeth

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I am all split spirit, I’ve seen the architecture of your palms, summer sun warmth lips to temple. Breathless giggles run rapture whose holy notes brush along my nose, and I’m a prayer at the kitchen sink. Dance drunken with me, my picture of Mary Magdalene, with frankincense hanging above our heads. We break toe to toe, apart, against the open fridge, surely a given surname against the nape of your neck. Say benediction underneath our breath a sacrament of honeyed wishes and hushed vows. These walls know the things we say at night, through grinning teeth, through ecstatic vocalization, through our hallowed exaltation, and in between I love yous.

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saw you in halves the other day the sun, a blade of grass where we made love, constructed high rising promises from grains of dirt and death stole my breath, my knees withering trees breaking beneath you you are life, i am the heart beating wildly in your hand crush me into fine powder, you are the sea, i, the sand.

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coffee and heartbreak and more coffee

something heavy in me

even as a i breathe the smoke out

something inside me

gnawing, exploring

looking to grow

spreading it's root

with something between love

and hatred

i want to be free too

i want to be a bird too

i want to be a butterfly too

but i'm stuck in this cocoon

sweating my tears out

i'm so done with crying

but my body is breaking down

as i am trying to live

for the first time

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there’s a monster

spinning counterclockwise

what’s the gray matter?

he says

he’s a synapse short

of the 4th floor

he’s steam raising

from my spinning wheels

he’s reading me

chapter 51

I’ve been hiding

all my poems

where he won’t see

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her eyes

shine like stars,

shurikens

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