poetry
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morning, 040820130548
Total darkness, like youthis a beast to be eliminated.Dread beauty crawling eastacross county lines, redripped hands and ragged knees. A thought here, dilated in the past:Her fading eyes swipe at the horizon Like the loose threat of a rising sun.
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untitled 030620132117
the details unremarkable but important everything visualmostly but alkali when you kiss it isn’t her mouth you taste but yourlisting now gently breath bowing outthere on the sea lost in labor what sense what’s lost and begs no leaving but for it time gales and there on the seafloor full of tidal sludge — green, grayhammering out…
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Nacre Ode [draft]
let’s lie in the top left corner you will see this sun rise one you could not license licorice diamond the lady reaching waves of her lysergic arm one to brace another column of instead a list of historical events hysterical lucy against the unbottled still morning air hips lips lost lyrics careworn Theberton Hoof…
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returning
so, where was silence in slow saffron sleevesfalling slaughter, the cracking skinof syllables wheni had nothing, no one, no more.where was she then?
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Jealousy [draft]
$24 You breathless fool; I’m supposed to swallow more After you’ve allowed some young blond buck To call you “triumphant outsider” for a touch Of sharkskin? Who’s fooling who? I still paddle behind through the city Gulp Prosecco, transport for two.
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120120753
you locked the door behind, you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling sharp, i remember you mad against the white brick wall posed as imperfection. i had the…
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741
you locked the door behind you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…
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