No Place Like Home
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The world was unbearable today vertigogitrev work with its fading faces the bodies of those I share space with if I go away another body will replace me another pair of hands that move …
Reflections
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The reflection is mine…always mine I walk through weeping willows past large homes homes I will never live in Sounds trapped inside of people and their things I want to say I hear their muffled cries but you and I both know that’s a lie These summer nights…smell of whispering suicides…in lavender and…
To The Heart Of Olympus
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The reprieve left a trace in the treble of rejoicing a voice ascending slightly amid meadows blindly vulpine designed seductively by hunters and gathered forth the dawn lemon yellow water color bleeding through oscillating an insipid version of your vertigo the delinquent orphan vitiated outline of a person set aside like sketch the…
And Still Wanting
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How far has thou fallen renegade of the morning? Did thy wings almost rend you in two whilst you plummeted? The stars surely envied all thine choirs on command The sun fiercely burning with the trembling of lost plans For so did bloom the explosion of the dark Eyes ablaze with thunder spawned the twilight…
Step
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Another Thursday night, I thought as I unlocked the door to my apartment and felt my place hostage by the summer heat. The dishes in the sink were a crawling creature with ceramic discs for tentacles making its way across the kitchen counter and soon unto the floor. Flies buzzed somewhere in the dining room…
Three Satanic Haiku
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I long for morning Yawning swirling darkling thrush Sleep a little more Your pages so soft Smell of cedar and honey The sight of your spine divine What frolic outside Does beckon the drunken herd My fun lies alone ∞
Nocturnal Animals
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There are sounds I can’t describe, sounds that dwindle past the ceiling in my home…somewhere near the telephone wires, perhaps. It feels as if it should be snowing the closer I lean my ear in to determine it, except it doesn’t snow where I live. For a short moment, I think of my first crush–I…
This Far A Distance
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I arrive at my work to behold bright yellow brick walls arrayed With frames of pop art and Elvis squaring up with Muhammad Ali and Animal skulls and paintings of tattoo inspired ideas riddle the building from top to bottom The tattoo machines abuzz converting the place into a hive of money-making monkeys Wonderful…
Any Second Now
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What sudden clamor did arise?, I wondered as a relentless raucous yanked me from my slumber. The icicles outside once plump, then sharp and pointy, and now falling to their broken backs and melting deaths outside my home…had a clump of snow slid from my roof unto the ground? No, that wasn’t it, I though…
The Ejecting Titan
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The aesthetic arrogance snides in a scraping exhale whilst theremin stack in staccato the needed notes for a divine score that strokes the way past dead leaves past the living dead in their wheeled cages in the streets near my home A stuttering Titan spit forth the dusk above me in puffy white skipping clouds…