Joseph M. Gerace

>”I’m sitting way too close to the fire with all the shit I’m dosing imprecisely on the precise moment the minute hand lumbers over the swollen 12s, 3s, 6s or 9s that just keep coming “For years I’ve watched that same bland round black and white timepiece with the rounded black arms ticking and clicking…

> sorry for what you’ve become while you were sleeping i fell in love it didn’t take long, i know maybe i think i could be wrong gypsy handed rush of blood ruby-eyes crush juvenile love desire wet dependence, addiction addled remorse soul’s resolved divorce transfixed as she drifts off.

> Comfort or quietnothing echoes whenthe windows let up their gazesnow falling somewhere, breath insidesoon a child’s steel will freezeno thing can satisfy me noyou will never be enough, mollify. I walk beyond seasons all the glasssurrounding the lattice I am the windows are not quietstorming, their work is tempered by chariot fireby mythic largess by greed by I though…

>‘The pink is pulled in now and that’s fine, but what about the panic and the fear?  what about you-know-who who will happen to the whole fucking world if this thing happens today i like things the way they are, i don’t want this new thing coming here and, yeah i’ve got the power to…

>… discourse into the vein but how in? the image rides or bursts like a bust of Ludwig Van dropped from the super-story sky scraper passion lines wheezing behind or or or mashes across viscus pink micrometer slugging wrinkle above her crying eye i’m not describing the image to spite what i’ve said of course…

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> Bright and burning in my pumping veins the lonely morning before you rise spent dreaming others’ perfect names darling, there’s only you can lip me from this edge one memory left to toss so I think real hard about the time at that old house heard teens coo 100 miles out breaking bottles with…

>He is not as he seems bright dependable he is Selfish full of youthful glee humor maybe shards of projection his darkness is real you See this clearly all the sand pushed around like a retaining wall Quick fire cut off erasing everything while the child dreams Of future failures sees morning Sour embarrassing color…

>Where hides the walk’s invasive math he died eyeless now there dead nothing in focus he forges on rallying for the market farsighted feathers nod deeply know what he knows there each should remain though bite by bite dim eyes follow a weathered path from the crawling sun ten of them at least to share,…