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In Titled

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hey, man you should know I am sick two parables of pleasure and an incision mouth banking on the fairway I would sail away into the sun if I could sale. get off the ground this high is so low nurse that sorrow it urges you to think pull that trigger wired shut in the open I can touch your words we are all free range children I smell your fears that sublimate from tones of tears, tearing across this gulf, between engulfing us old bones chatter rummy and gin, oh that sweet sin nerves chained in furious laughter those … Continue reading In Titled

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we are the violent

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we are the violent. Cast aside permissions like the breath of early bedroom encounters. her name would be fire if you could capture in a language, but no tongue on earth can hold the meaning. It flows like water over toes and under skin, sinking into pores as a cleansing salt; charcoal scrub both burns and purifies. You find us in quiet hours when you’re alone and no one is around, all those secret fetishes that come unbound. We daze new wave, shoegaze, everything we see we want to feed on. itching that all need scratches, Destiny and me wish … Continue reading we are the violent

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Grime-revised

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grime, and keyed latch finger on pulse nock arrow and let fly 1 million ways to communicate three ways and one day to die they can’t talk to the real summer and the dregs appalled at the pall hanging over sulky inner streets a shimmer has found niche cloister like a group of bangers over an 8th of Himalayan mad flash mob dance garbled foot speech rings out in Korean screeching magpie roosts rook rickshaw glam band hangover money expanding, witness stand over man or woman he hid the kids in the backyard a shelter from outside bigger monsters live … Continue reading Grime-revised

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Broken Hands

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with a broken hand, I have walked on the shores of a shattered strand in mind, of a wretched man paths of woe and sunlit greens burdened by ebb and flow rowing with broken hand, travelling crooked streams with words to die for scrawled upon my staff, seeing all who come my way. reminders we came to pay, to have all we prayed for. with broken hand have I shorn sheep fathered children, harvested wheat baked bread in a hearth of stone travelled over river and mountain throne. heal not these bones, for suffering has made the joys much sweeter … Continue reading Broken Hands

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low Frost

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we woke up too early will it be too late i know you know more than i know so how do you not see me coming? intentions, growing water flows there’s no intent to kill seas will drown us just the same o baby, rising tides bring closer retention of former, repent for latter summertime positions feel poisoned in this dawning air beg, or begot, begin. Insipid fair weather targets find us lacking once again. o baby, darkest winter coming wood pile bereft, this fire has burned far too long archaic pain cuneiforms testify how stories die another stone tablet … Continue reading low Frost

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Congenial Continuity

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conceit informs conciliatory bath salts coating gingerbread playhouse all those things vital ruminate upon plastic jawbones collect your teeth, esoteric subliminal cosign, be at ease your blood spotting in sink in sync to tinny parables stars are prized, size up one-hundred million year old light vestigial, paranormal incompetence we participate in essence on backs of olden prophet, finding purity rage coagulates prominence constant reforms, Constance tactile resonance, prescient encumbered by insolence, feed me fertility in detritus, all you see everything free, for a price. Ever-long eventide, high tides enter the fray uncertain yesterday after tomorrow stay until sunset, I raised … Continue reading Congenial Continuity

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Heartsick Mandalas-revisited

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It is a delicate deliberation that binds us. moonstone pale, this burlesque palantir no longer shows skin along the roads, a whisper can be heard clear we are drawing mandalas in the cornfields hoping the storm on the horizon moves away from here education provided is fraught with peril faces of guard are soluble, malleable they roam, ever-changing, afraid of fear of self cacophonous dirge of progress bellows from our civility drone as mind numbing as any opium the stillness in heartbreak leaves us foraging through consequence Draw a name in lamb’s blood upon doors and harken the trumpet requiem … Continue reading Heartsick Mandalas-revisited

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OPTSotS-Starcrawler

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This band is making rock n roll fun again August 1, 2019 Bet My Brains by Starcrawler It’s so dark, can you see me? Under  the neighborhood Everybody’s  sleeping Because the dirt feels good Fingers getting thirsty Stars  that drove him mad Everybody’s  dreaming Everybody Bet  my brains I’ve gone insane Bet my brains I’ve gone insane Shut me up and throw me away Sacred blood running through my veins Do  you like your hands dirty? Are you ‘fraid of the dark? You’re like the broken toy That nobody wants [?] don’t look down Nobody wants to come down You … Continue reading OPTSotS-Starcrawler

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Check, mate

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we have the numbers at night. darker than dark, i think. little monsters on the brink of a hellion cataclysm. someone will get hurt and we will leave them broken in the dirt. it happens and it’s hard but our way is the one that sharpens sticks, no? we were there when Babylon fell, hands held the knives’ in Caesar’s back. Started the 100 Years’ war with set of tinder and a little heresy. Threw the first gas grenade in the Rhine. we killed Kennedy and Marilyn. The lean side of mean. demons of men, we are the ones who … Continue reading Check, mate

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Raven

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pheromone causeway to a Juliet birthday I will swill poison just to kill you for a day raven black, this attack doldrums hit me landlocked clock on the wall is mocking it was a present from your father antique and complicated just like us I navigate a back way to bus stop and wait for a ride I’m running on a carousel I am unable to define this time you told me one of my issues: I must always have a name for things guess you win because I do not know what to call this place I find myself … Continue reading Raven