Month: March 2025
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There we were, still and living for the dead
It has been 27 years today. I think you are still watching me. Sometimes I feel like you kick me conscious When I drift off lost in nonsense thoughts Something...
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I have found you
You were singing under the doormat Just like me you were singing songs of fantasy, like Canadian salvation like and an interfering God, like pools of jewels in this sand...
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The Rock and Stone Selling Florist
The masonry judge compelled and proclaimed a pretense, a soldier’s tried arrival – locked in a summary hold – like a Sunday tutor’s math quiz where equations are a reluctant...
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Solaria For Enervated Saints
Where just pretending is dreaming A man from America, shoots after mimicking the warfare Of a mirror shave Forgotten ages of let go stinge, just eliminating hunger In exchange for...
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Disobedient Fractures of Sailsmiths
separation from the weight of social anxiety with a gull of pain that crescents in my face and head and teaches me a new humanity, like a stubborn new snow...
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We shy away from our wings
fractured hands and robed intentions promoting growth in the sea of the absence of meter I have no more secrets to dispel but I would like to hear yours, long...
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A self-important brazen appeal to the Mother of tired persuasion and labored lips like a dormant congratulating tune of hawks and serpents and storied down under
Too troubled to coerce a cure for the malignant drone of my own self-satisfaction I am passing on a military baton for the sacrifice of jewel crescent palimony Like fragrant...
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The windows of a page
Stealth fighter with weakened force fields Intended to keep the gremlins crawling all over my body at bay Stealth fighter with an open mouth, speaking too soon About the ramifications...
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What God Said to Me Upon a Moment of Forlorn Weakness
She said, “he will not listen to what I have to say, whereas you have spent a lifetime trying to listen and seeking out my hiding space. For you, gentle...
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Hunger of the Late Visitant
There was a sophomoric visitation That was assumed to be the final Word All it took was balloons on the ceiling And warped carburetors among the English Shelves like a...