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Sea Through

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 […]

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Open Streets (Carrer del Tiradors)

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 […]

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Cherry Sin

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 […]

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Kicking and Screaming

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 […]

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Folly is the rakish thought, The waved saber at entropy, That growth would permit A gentle or linear path. No. These shades of today In their antediluvian assertion Stretch pallid beliefs Like worn out skin Across bones aching from experience And each limping step Into tomorrow Quivers with unattended reason, A dogged journey through dust-stained […]

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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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Heavens Dim

This love blooms With galaxy center force Shaming light-stealing lusts, Rewriting time’s relativity. The past writhes Slick and parasitic But with its nebulaic charms Birthing shimmering futures From dusty tendril grips And oh how the firmament Pales in its white-knuckle press Leaking spent wishes between Void clogged fingers. Lofty simplicity summons suns, Questions quasars, Pronounces […]

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A Song Played ‘Til the End

I am not a pop-up poet or a vintage typewriter guy, but I respect the skill of those who are. Last night I won a flash typewriter poetry competition on an old Royal typewriter from the 1920’s. The F stuck and the hard return hated me, but I managed alright enough. Here is the poem, […]

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I’ve left time even as it tries to eddy around me. I consider the tick of seconds, the rounding of hours and the rise and fall of the sun as a tide pulling away forever. Such linear confines, we instead discover ourselves swimming in a present stretching in every direction with our every interaction; pebbles […]

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Make Them Cry Holy Tears

Heavens pale As light-leaked frailties, Coarse afterthoughts after sullen failures, Sunsets lost behind cloudcover. Let them. Those dieties can fade Into antiquity With the hushed sweep Of hot breath Dancing on flushed skin. This lust breeds wildfire synergy An all-consuming swallow Of flame over each alleged sin, Betraying wholeness with need, A craving that burns […]

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