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Down on thee beach
midday to catch
thee thin whisped corner
of a storm.
Who far away,
thee roofs of edges shorn,
But here thee wind plays,
violent, simply with thee waves.
Thee cool run days,
thee leaves falling.
Thee violent end of thee summer
like nature's endless playes.

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Dear Woman,
Dear Wife,
who sharpens the poetic edges of this thin life.
To cut a star from heaven,
and place it between our sheets:
wrapped in honey and mildew,
cooked and damp the two in stew to
be devoured by this cold blinking light.
Pulled down from sky like kite
with broken strings.
Hope to fly away forever
but crash and pull
into soft sand
where we lay in the smothering white.

Being devoured in a split second forever
of everything's
all-right.

Detached,
like ennui,
like a flight from space,
like too much money,
like a surgeon's eye,
like a broken bike,
like a dull pencil,
like a diamond being cut,
like a gangster in his strut,
like broken concrete,
like devil's advocate,
like the friend of a friend of a friend,
like being shot by lightening,
like an atm,
like a blind man's gaze,
like the world in haze,
like a can once filled with beer,
like a glass completely clear,
like a wall to block it all,
like nobody,
like the ghost of a soul,
like a massive sink hole,
like everything you ever need to know,
like the expansion of the universe,
like the man who drives the hearse,
like reality tv.

looking at myself through an introverted telescope. my eye's the new earth and i'm the smallest creature alive.

morrow moon

say gooday to the cold huddlers in hollow rooms.
although the sun will thaw our bodies by noon
we remember to hide when you make stars bloom.

why must you keep leaving?

...do you wane and empty from fear of your own night?

negative spaces, silence
what is in it+?

the .point. of in-deepend-dance allone
TO>>>>>>unever spend night in swWETted

out softcreamSOlovelumpsweet

bodies!

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The smallest words grow like saptrees into massive redwoods.

How much would you pay for one good orgasm? How much would you give? How much is your love and dignity worth?
Bored with a boner, laying in the beds of strangers. I wondered when this train would stop on the tracks of dried up cum. You always get there before you're done (appreciating the lush trees, the poisonous flowers, the thorny bushes of the local landscape).
The end of the chase is always the end.
I was up all night with a river of secrets pouring out. Joining the run off with the lake.

A poet died. My cigarette extinguished.

sleepy, wandering, eyes.
resting on dead table space
escher loops
coffee rings inside out
my fingers showing their dark blue veins
the love I gave to find out her name
visual exasperations repeating senslesendleslee
love love love love love
was not her name
my mind plays dreamtricks on me
and makes me put out bad poems
to reconcile

from my bed, i cannot tell if the clouds are moving to shield the moon or if the moon is running to hide.

i forget, and let my cigarette kill me softly.
i lay alone with death's cousin: for her to take me gently through another night.

my dreams of skin cells dividing, i watch their imperfections grow. i can hear the whispers of helixes unraveling....

fade to a childhood game of broken telephone. when it gets to me i can not help but cry. the little girl beside me,
she tells me the secret of my undoing. (and it passes on)