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imaging melancholy (bagnato niente)
on a cold day in april, green-filtered sunlight seeps fire into chilled fingers, mudpuddles drip with quiet despair and taunting rags of cloud break silence, flitting patch-wise across minds otherwise...
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bitter theology
kicked out of bed by a god i don’t even believe in; there was no room left at the inn between you and your righteousness you unwound the warmth from your legs and gave me your back, tacitly damning me...
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unsounded lyric
Irrevocable the sound of something dying deep inside me; a dark rhythm, insistent pounding of silence that reads lasciate ogne speranza, one language not enough to assuage the piece of me that now...
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the secrets kept by heavy waters
taking deep ocean-steps in the direction of you, i breathe quietly through the pores of my tongue so as not to startle you with my boldness; hush of moss-draped oaks and their crushing silences keep...
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hubris
a word for heroes and tragedies, life-breadths hanging by the thread of destiny’s blade, epic history and the plight of demi-gods. but also a word for mice, 2 maybe 3 days old, still blind to the...
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a break in the lightning
fucking inadequate the soles of my shoes in the summer on a pavement too hot to run barefoot, the temperature control in my soul out of sorts with the weather, incongruous thunder in flattened veins,...
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anaesthesia
vagabond winds with fingers dipped in newsprint and nerve- endings massage sunlight into skin and cortex, injecting overdrive analgesic with an 18-gauge straight through hippocampal hang-ups to the...
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this is what goes on the last page
we fall, as the year into december, so wetly longed-for. the rush that calls our quiet is the absence of sirens. the rails we walked for so long now blink into forever, a smoke-curl on january’s...
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Don’t apologize.
Sorry is not a poem you post on your wall, framed in flimsy black plastic that wouldn’t hold a body. Sorry looks at you, dead straight, only when the war is over. Then it unfriends you on Facebook....
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