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There is nothing unreasonable in love And isn’t that what this is about? That bubble of warmth Like the swallow of spirits Disarming the overcranked mind, Lulling it like a babe at dusk And opening the thick skin Of jaded indifference And such callous belief That the heart, Encrusted in the rigid carapace Of longing […]

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Replace those lyrics airing themselves into this open, inebriated air where the conversation flows like a pour from a rotten tap, foamy and stuttering with pause. Fleetwood Mac serenade. The banal drive of pop palp, why not just call it “Sex on a Stove” and have Stevie serenade Lindsay, have Christine McVie lament John. Their […]

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Volley and gambit, crazed lassos of reckless curiosity cast and tightening around this, that, a thing there and a world gleaming in new wonder; oh how you’ve divined the water of life and air of love from a world too often fraught with tremble and disease. You unearthed the well-spring of rejuvenation, unsullied the gorgeous […]

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Get my science My inglorious monolith Gleaming like a wet spire Left to inspire The quiver, shake, shudder Of breathless ecstasy And a soul back-broken, Half-intent and bent Wondering why this wasn’t home And the cordial moan Was a sip when a draft beckoned Begged and swore The cuss of yearning An unblessed prayer Where […]

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A leap of no significance but to the lonely, stars would be ignored and the years would remain as they are, stacked in their familiar litany of transgression against nature; there’s no hero here. There is only this interminable yearning, a need for acceptance, faith, love and forgiveness. Happiness. And if the minutes and cost […]

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Why is it even a word, this haphazard misappropriation of allegedly bulletproof opinion that skulks around solemnly behind the bold charisma of loudest claims? If the sky hates mercy, then let it bleed its mercurial happenstance, fling great clouds of fact into obscurity and beach solar entitlement as of it were a hopeless whale, drying […]

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As if they were Those hands, Those lips That mouth. The spill of salt and lust Is a dream ready for real, The Pinocchio magic Of a lonely heart Searching for complete; Daring for connection And the firm grip, Stroke, Flinch Of shuddering release. In the end it’s quiet, An ecstasy awaiting The ecstatic. A […]

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Dissected by the uncaring eyes of infinite scrutiny, it’s light addiction, a careening screech off binary canyons that hunts for the turned ear, swift validation and the head nod of connection. “Let’s be friends!” each snap screams in a desperate howl, like the cry of a wounded animal at mating season. Let’s mend the hurts […]

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Cast from the simple joy of limitless embrace, she’s absent a lifeline to what’s come before. Their past was hunger and nervous voices, words left in the high static of satellite assistance and baud packets dropped, found, throttled and connected as drops of their torrid union sweat on the windows of neither’s home. The sea […]

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Each one of these days pounds ego and heart into puddles spilled roadside and forgotten once the air dries. Sun beaten, any sign of pain erases. No splash made, these are the despised hours where an ocean’s weight drowns past promise. The gray was summoned! Greed and desire cracked each dam and then there’s surprise […]

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