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All this fucking sin squeels Like a pig gutted in the charnel house and you you dive like the sun at the failure of day, a bastard clinging to the light you never deserved, an orphan screaming about her perfect parents, the moon and the stars, and how aligned they were In you slow, succumbing […]

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These words mask meaning like a crystal ball fakes futures; the hazy extract of purpose taking time and deliberation, likely providence of charlatans or the delusional. What lies beneath cloudy candor and convulsive colloquy? Connection? Contrivance? Character? Such slip-shod servitude to an alleged muse, it’s slung muck, equal parts cowardice to say what needs to […]

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Why beat? Why strum the soul wire and set time with chest drum, the bass of your footsteps approaching like a solemnly timed dirge that creaks floorboards like dusty ivory keys in an abandoned house, deserted by a family on the run, the way rotting organs flee the dirty bones of a ribcage. It’s the […]

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Look at them. Their fibrous wings of tissue-paper aclarity, gleeful acceptance of the wind’s whimsy and nature’s prankster ways; the fluttering of chaotic direction would sink us into vertiginous frenzy. But they coast on haphazard currents, kings of orange and gold webbed faith, black bodies bulbous but such reach into haven sky as if a […]

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Tawny loose meanings, strung along faithless waters, shorelines on the border of endless loss depths, returning feral tides that remind of need, of devotion, of uncertainty where dreams should linger. Such waves won’t deny suffering, and the elongated strife of hope, a vestigial tail wagged whenever the crash of truth storms rocky breaks, shatters teeth […]

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I want to dream of you I want to wake to you Thoughts won’t be enough But it’s all I’ve got A pocketful sleep To bring me nearer The hours blinking by As eyes close night away And these longing thoughts Of your perfect breath In my ear The sigh of your pleasure An echo […]

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You have all the chance loaded Like Vegas dice In a casino just off the strip Filled with desperate souls Stained with cigarette dreams And the faith of felt tables. Truth is, The death of me Is that woman Writhing in language, Swimming in metaphor And gambling With dangerous curves, The rounded bend Of ass, […]

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The heart can’t know. It’s a muscle, thudding to the impulse of the mind’s forgotten needs. Awash in the oxygen of its derelict churning, beating, workman-like, we expect so much of it, thoughts, freedom, direction. It can’t know, so the mind does the work of knowing, believing, caring; its hard duties misappropriated to the chest […]

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Mirror mirror, asked on that wall. For you are the fairest of them all. Can you not see? This fairy tale holds no place for others. This happily ever after is yours and no one else’s. Princes may come and go, but your beauty and this divine reflection will stay forever, assuring you of the […]

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Maybe it was the roundness of her eyes or the deep warm brown of her irises that hinted at a universe of thoughts she had swirling like galaxies in her mind. Inviting the curious. It was as if the firmament went out. She wondered if her eyes now just held cold dead space that no […]

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