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“Hmmm………..
well….
it’s complicated.”
looking into the eyes, the drift down to the floor,
slow b..
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this (pur
ple
stenciled paisley)
wallpaper is burning.
like the stick match between my fingers
she is warm and
heated,
angry at me for bei..
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hol low
again.
i’m
home (hol low)
again.
this
house is
empty
hol low, cool, walls, their echo
rattles my ribs
shaking
my t..
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in
the
dis tance,
across
darted
black-
grey spaced
lighted limbs of
darkened bark,
blended
on the temperature’s
chan..
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this (mourn)
ing
i
stirred
by the flash(light)ing
ill
uminating,
a
wake
ned,
to my
dark(
drunk and bleary)
ness.
wriggling
in my s..
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it’s
Saturday
night
night
night
light
a nd the height of
sipping swallow
drink is
loosening my tie/
lips so dry th..
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when i
was y
but,
a
oung
child
i
torture
d a
delicate
scare
d
ham
ster
until
she, wasn’t
afraid of
me.
ashamed, fear
ing..
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i was playing
this up right piano.
the ringing true
the reverb one, pedal right,
vibrating ,
and
the slight off tune
gives it the harm..
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Am i ( see you )
sosimilar.
ourfaces softer and sweet.
as ( we once loved )
No.
close eye remember though.
( Yo..
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Sipping st. LA
and the people ooze through each other off the etched balconies.
Floating
aimlessly
bubbles in evening breez..
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