Tag: poetry
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Lily Strikes the Hours
i remember the back of you as a lily strikes the hours every stone walks off and the morning sinks in an avalanche of footprints, petals and parables the sudden whitewashed limbs of you As I don’t anticipate posting again this week, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very […]
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The Minimalist
what the body is thinking at the cliff, at the forehead of laughter in the flower in the mouth
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This Old Drag
i say there’s an ocean between holes in the ocean and no one believes me (just add a tin can, it’s heavier than a cup of coffee) i remember one day being born as the sun hissed by my window the silence was rounder than a peach not real silence but a kind of torn […]
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The man is bliss.
a tall, thin-limbed fellow got a fork in his mouth in the instant, he’s mistaken for hungry “how you gonna let him dig when he ain’t got no bones?” because he can’t sing with a knife or a shovel look, it’s only his great wobbling jelly eyes, his fragile marrow nose that show us nothing […]
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Note to Lazarus
note to Lazarus: at the moment i am voodoo bound with the help of incense and a man who crowned himself Buddha by candlelight what a vision, what a night paranoia isn’t the problem but remembering to breathe—no—remembering to sing—like some kind of whiskey bird or a high-pitched circus this idea—it won’t respond forever like […]
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Forest Within
Big Dreams, paper collage, 2020 neither is real. the nectar or the god the eye that plunges us into the storm like a bunch of savage, lonely children the truth is some miracles are dangerous the totalitarian revolutions of winter whispers and watercolors quaint maiden fields like a prayer for unjustified time or a mending […]
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Sunday Morning Nirvana
another day under an unconditioned sun & we drift unthinkable fresh air (rising) invents another sun (not the same) a white wind blows over transitions away from time cold collective mind & the search for rapidly returning present gravity the distance between walking & a string not the same in lavender as in circles (pigments […]
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City of Salt
afloat. man and woman unfamiliar in time are lost in the swells of harvest eyes as steady as bulldozers a body within a body (is lighter than you think) mouth cries are murky and euphoric like smoke on glass and two bodies living as a single body are a sea in a city of salt […]
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There is no time for bones.
there is no time for bones. changing skins of sex fire and other enlightened things. each springtime, whether to erase time or bare ourselves to the sun. (some people wear out their elbows that way.) mouths like wine and knives in oranges. this is the stuff of naked poetry, sayable for unsayable things. it’s like […]
The Used Life 