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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 SEASON’S KILL This is not subtle fiction, It’s true story headline din. Weighted words on heavy heart beats. Evil devoid the joy of sin. Unwatched clocks spilling time, This carotid squeal and rhyme, Keeping wayward rhythm alive In the chest, the cock, the thrive. Are you serious right now To go long with stretched […]

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SHELLS Crack the afterlife and boil massive sin, because this cook spins nebulaic dust into Godsong and crafts the delicacy of galactic fervor into digestible yearning. Fill up on it, because nothing lasts, the searing nuclear core of suns measuring nothing more than seconds, molecules dissipating like ticks on an old wristwatch; the tocks lost […]

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These vowels, these long shapes passing through rounded lips and coughed in consonant wrapped shells fired from discordant thought, well, they have no target. They’re sprayed into the great above, rippling past cirrus intention and falling short of weightlessness, tumbling down with fury, a rain of shallow indignation and blustery but hollow fervor. Being unkind […]

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If it’s said aloud enough, then maybe it’ll be true. Love you. Love you more. Love you most. The repeated assertion that you’re the sun around which orbit is necessity for being. The light of you breeds possibility, even in this world of reigning confusion, where clouds billow tall in once perfect skies and shed […]

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We shared the close breath, both in the quiet solace of release and the noisy satisfaction of killing hunger. Drinking the courage. Letting our atoms spill in every direction and flailing with wild hearts; there was little to be said in the darkness afterward. Tears glimmer and streak, surmounting Sisyphean hills of cheeks rounded by […]

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Why bother drawing another breath? It’s only going to disappoint. These smooth pronouncements, oh how they make the legs quiver. Oh how they make the lust wet. And yet, stop. Keep the momentum in a downshift and bless the birthed dissatisfaction of hungry days. Because what’s right is right. Because the truth is a spit […]

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The sun gives warning before it brings night, the ugly dark preceded by firelight bathing the last minutes of day in Hellstorm hues that mirror the flush of this rage. And so this black descends. How fucking tired, your type. How gracious that you’ve been offered comparison to fleeting moments of day. Even if nature’s […]

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The belief in you is salvation for a soul left crooked by worry and fault. The twenty hour wakings leave heavy stones on hearts beating with ever more labor that you – somehow and someway – avoid the haunt of misery. It’s not all sadness. There are smiles and laughter poking through the blanket of […]

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