What’s Ours, What’s Theirs
- Post By: Jason Santo
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We’re crafting big Hells
In little packages,
Gift-wrapped by hands
Aching with pride,
Bones undone by the delicate task
Of inviting suffering
Where tenderness was required.
La pluie qui est Tombée
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Throaty saxophone warble, the punctuation of this ru(e)mination is distaff, an open embrace to nurturing breast and plumbed womb; seed dripping down thighs as refuse shatters outside tall windows. Day’s broken. Hours coagulate, gumming up the works of released agonies, veins popping, heads rolling with 18th Century aplomb; tasty petite mort lurking behind edifice edges […]
Read MoreSea Through
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Are we flawless? No, windows dirty just as skin blemishes and thoughts corrupt the way lead paint chips. Death ensures imperfection yet we rage on with wild presumption and hand to mouth eagerness, our feasts a staggering display of gluttony awarded long ago only to the clergy conscripted; the divinely ordinanced few now have to […]
Read MoreOpen Streets (Carrer del Tiradors)
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Come on all you ghosts. Lurk not in shadow, but sing wild requiem in an ethereal throat that echoes like moonlight off the weathered gray stone of Godhouses. Dreams wither and bloom in the clear dry of evening, reason expiates action, a deft caress, a tongue lash, a glimpse of softer flesh; the weight everlasting […]
Read MoreTaken
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Whine by the bellyful, the sanguine press of a bleeding heart wreathes like those thorns across the forehead of a savior, spilling forgiveness. There’s none to be had. Hands filthy, the ridges of identity choked with grime and guilt, it’s nothing compared to the blemish of those actions. What’s done, so much louder than words, […]
Read MoreAt Your Smallest
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Tiny things, That first breath taken with morning eyes Open Or the way both arms reach to the headboard In a satisfying stretch, But specifically the smile The way it crests with sunny realization That there’s love in this bed, This house, This air. Spring can have its opulent blooms And Summer can pull hair, […]
Read MoreRules
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Fire-spun furies beckon in hollow tones, a candied cadence sweet as child wonder and hungrier than hindsight, oh how the gray yearns for white or black. Meaning clings like flies to spun gossamer, strands choked with morning dew and shaken under tremulous limbs anxious for feeding; is there a finer delicacy than truth? A world […]
Read MoreCherry Sin
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Cherry-dipped sunsets soften with their grenadine punch, calliope keys pressed, whistle-blowing off steam. Truth wins every time, a revolution glowing brilliant as each note played, steam crowding unprepared skies with demand. Be seen, heard. Satisfied melodies ripping through golden hour haze, dripping longing in the boughs of bent tree stems caught in eerie silhouette; how […]
Read MoreKicking and Screaming
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Let’s break what’s cordial, Snap its little weak neck And let these wild thoughts Scream like banshee song In our rancid, beautiful pulse That stammers at this view Like words on the awkward tongue Of a boy nowhere near manhood. Fuck. Don’t it feel polite To glance away, down, elsewhere? Cowardice is propriety In any […]
Read MoreIngenue
- Post By: Jason Santo
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Chin high, shoulders up Wishes clarion in eyes Carrying allure Like beaded water that traces Those fertile curves And exacts the dendrite push, The endocrine longing Of instinct’s furious boil. The sting of new day Is the lament of yesterday, Opportunities not taken As her gaze lowers And lioness confidence Envelopes four-walled solitude Of this […]
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