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#79
Bracken-lips, your eyes, in the lamplight, unravel Her eyes, fleshed out and wasting, swept the countryside, your eyes, unraveling, pass me over, unseeing, in the lamplight, final, reimagined
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#78
Silver-banded giver, from your lips, a theriacal crescent, the moon, a sliver to our shard, reflects to me, in the dust-light nothing at all
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#77
Dreamer, your heart, peeled open, keeps its own confidence desire, a stranger, speaking in tongues begets only sorrow, you, again, plumbing the depths of sorrow with your pen, peeled open, find yourself a stranger, entangled the world, untamed, came before us, reason, in the hands of blind men corrupted, lifted us up from the dirt…
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#76
Castaway, wayward, drifting upon an ossuary of Sumerian memory, forgotten, beneath the willow, beneath the glass you, calcified, preferring solitude to certainty left the others to their rafts, an attenuation of misfortune sinking alongside the captain and his ship, saw itself, reflected in the deep the profundity of silence, a smile, painted over, your life,…
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# 75
Exile, vitiate, having fled the Red-caps in the streets, bury your poems, a flower, by the roadside a revival, swelling, came, masked in the twilight, the faithful, preaching love, nailed she who was once the sum of your world to a cross and called it good fury, impotent, set, a tattoo on the skin between…
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#74
Outside the prismatic spire, our domain of dreams, unconstrained, settles, freedom, sifted in fragments through the brume resounds, a dolorous note earth-bound, your perdition is one of night and shadow, the morning’s flame, having spent itself before our time, nourishes the soil you, as Alice to her rabbit, into a warren, out of sight,…
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#73
Concrete spires, billowing, sour the rain, you, your fortune built upon the death of all things put out the tongues of those who dare speak to what you refuse to see brother, beneath the earth, in the tunnels, by my side, our fate written in coal dust count the days in minutes, world-blind our lives,…
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#72
Dogma, unyielding, manifests, a scarlet letter leveraged down, from the pulpit, in the schoolyard, through the radio on the mantle by his dining room table history, white-washed, forms a circle, the red-caps, filling the streets, nail hope to a tree and claim God exists within our tears my words, overlooked, escape the pyre, your body,…
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#71
Touchstone, your soul, unconstrained, breathes out, a tempest in the twilight, sweeping the dunes, across the salt-flats, close to you my anger, impotent, turns upon its head, my mind, laid down to its grooves on the left-hand side of our bed, by your side, turns over, aphotic your soul, constrained, strains against itself, another fragment,…
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#70
Madness, a beacon, subsumed. masters the brume, a songbird, ensnared, plies forth its melody, no less than you or I atop the rooftop garden at the corner of Stanyon and Hayes stain-glass, a sacrament, reflects to us what others already believe to be, your legacy, etched indelibly upon my prison wall, even now, brings me…
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 