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Morphine
The morning after
Morphine;
feels better
than building
circles of brick walls.
To stand
in the middle of.
A little foggy,
it..
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A Self Portrait
I am reaching
from scented candlelight,
into a space
just big enough
for my feet.
And I pick lilacs,
in dreams with
Edga..
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Lemon Mist
In particular anger;
a tinge of lemon mist
circles the air,
puckered.
It feels like fingers
wrapped around the heart,
leaving ..
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Sunflower of Trust
Aggravated aggression
running as fast as I can,
and getting nowhere.
I just want
a little peace
to call my own.
Or a ..
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RRR
To remember,
to be remembered,
remembrance;
all acid
in the wash
of a coroners table.
Long strands
of synthetic
burgundy colored..
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Taste of Shadow
Unlike other beginnings,
it was in the taste
of a shadow
that I found meaning.
The coarse feeling
of a working mans hands..
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Christine
She lives down the alley
though it sometimes feels like miles,
usually closing her eyes
just as I open mine.
But we get to see ea..
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Rough Running
The manor of death
begins with grey grins,
and in the fine lines
of the face.
A butterfly
looses it’s wing dust
in t..
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Starlight
Bringing down mountains
just as subtle,
as standing
in small spaces.
There is oil in the reeds,
and on the duck,
and under the ..
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Anything
Infinitely infested
by the bothersome bugs
scratching my skin.
Almost invigorating.
They crawl into holes
I have made
for them,..
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