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I am hungry for a kiss
a tryst
a scar
my red battle banner
charred and trampled
on the scummy sidewalk
aching for the pain
the burn
the sc..
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Your mouth has turned into an open grave,
In which my love has gone to sleep, and to rot.
There’s nothing of my soul left here to save,
Just ..
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at the center of every mighty light, is a tiny kernel of darkness,
and, we, being the most curious of creatures,
will stare into the light until we ..
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mostly retired grandfather
waters the damned azaleas
for the second time in one day.
he fidgets with the sprayer,
trying to get it just right..
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I sing the song backwards
from stone-scaled metal giants
to talking serpents:
I hold The Beginning in my
trembling mortality,
run my fingers thro..
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Chasing the Collision
I can feel fiends and breakaway prisoners gathering behind my Trojan horse eyes with treetop vultures waiting to feed on the ..
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Silence is the key to harmony, you said. A drone plain soared above us; a plastic raven dancing a bruised heaven. Earlier, when we were speaking in..
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escape
minus my approval,
mymindlams spaceward
like an unruly childthrough a midnight
traffic jam,
neon and porcelain
omenssteer the derel..
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mid-conversation,
I ran out of reasons to speak,
and, like always,
they stared at me
with street-dog eyes,
waiting, for my blackholes
to turn ..
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the evident dapper fiend
delicious rage roars in mirrors around the still wooden head
but insist, and the color-corona fades into matter
becaus..
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