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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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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
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A Fork In The Road
When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home?
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child
