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Ornamental Angles
My soul is depreciating. I folded myself into complex origami, gothic arches and bowties and little paper snowflakes, but the creases are starting to tear. -
Tree Blood
A tree has blood, thick blood that fills its cold fractals with slow warmth. We watch the rain fall. And tenderly, I brush the water from my eyes. -
Demiurge
There is a demiurge living in my belly.
I giggle until spring violates the Earth's cold corpse.
The brash moon waits for us to curl our eyelashes and unfurl our hips.
I flamenco with a woman in my throat. -
From Flame
I walk downhill, through the rain and towards the sea. -
Swans
I could feel the burning contrast of continuance, the delicate flock-like dance of a hundred thousand moments distilled into a single impression that shifted with the passage of time and glowed with the curves and subtle vestiges of its previous shap -
The Moth
It’s past midnight.
The rain drips,
resigned to the passing moon.
An ancient hymnal
of old stone
and old stars,
plays in my ears.
Lamp light
And
Loves
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
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I Bake America - Inspired by the "I, Too, Sing America" poems
If my life, my American life, was a table setting
Laid out lovingly by all my ancestors.
It would have the usual trappings:
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The Blackbird
There’s a blackbird outside my window,
but he doesn't sing.
His golden eyes glow like horizons,
pupils like sinking ships.
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My Girlfriend
I feel her bracelet cold on my wrist
I taste the coffee bitter in my mouth
I smell her perfume drifting in the air
I see her standing over me, strong and beautiful
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duke's mayo
you showed up to group therapy one day
wearing a red suit jacket, pants, a hat with a black band
and a peacock feather
i was shocked
