December 2011
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Left Behind
late at night phantom drives home taking roads so well worn and known I pretend it’s the second coming that I’m the only one left
I let the pain of you finally leaving compress my body into small boxes and deafaning silences and close my eyes and let go of the wheel
every night carries its own epiphany, locked starshut winkwise and waiting. and if hell is a strip mall i...
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macbeth's winter, now with content
shakespeare that prick
at least he knew a thing or two truth feelings
me JACK SHIT
but i’m trying my best to get by without causing too much pain keep trying boy you’ll get it someday
someday i’ll come to that realization everything dies
all that matters is EXODUS CATHARSIS HAPPINESS ASCENSION
i can almost grasp it in my blood-stained palms i...
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BLUE EYES WHITE ALEJANDRAGON II
LEGEND & TRANSLATIONS
Meifeng Siffonis wears a qi-pao adapted from Alejandra Pizarnik’s FORMS, FAR BEYOND, and DAUGHTER OF THE WIND
II: RELIGION III – THE SEAMSTRESS AND THE WIND’S ETERNAL DUELIST SOUL
I had touched down at the Airport in Merida. There were people scattered about the few air strips, as if a bowl of dog food was tipped over – someone had to eat them or clean up the...
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america has lost itself
tracing your light, left foot against pebbles, and rust-soaked earth. its stomach rumbles, riddled with crusty, drained sores. a boy existing in a frozen, fixed realm, floundering between red wheelbarrows and oxen, on a road longer than a rattlesnake’s ego.
he shouts again, shaking his tiny fists straight to his sides, but only groans meet his ears. “too many lives have broken down...
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live at the orpheum
I lied to you.
I used to say, “I dream about kissing strangers,” so I could see a man about a dead metal pan. And here we are in Ybor, where they are something like Hux’s epsilons, and I tell you in the midst of my drunken state:
“I lied to you.”
And what a relief! it is to keep hungry for you and know that I dream about running the fullness of my mouth over yours, and know that I still want...
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caves
baby, it’s cold outside. i say, breathlessly, we should multiply.
arch your back so hard so strong beads racing to meet me down curves and turns and rugburns
i want to hum haughty melodies across the bumps of your bellody and tick tock tug the follicles that synapse-to-synapse the moans in your head i want to hum exasperated wants against the ass of your neck and i want to hum on your...
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let him drown
the man in the boat was taking on water at an extravagant rate when i found him
he hit the tip of an iceberg and not even emptying the ballasts could save him
i smiled nasty said let him drown and went on with my business (which was thriving like a coral reef prior to “global warming”) of sampling the menu laid out before me
dinnertime comes but once a day and my current...
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sonnet (silence/unstructure) for e.b.
c’mon pilgrim, here are the drowsy expanses of rusty roofs, you are still a mystery; still a quiet soul with sporadic pink hands reaching last year i was sleepless too for the same reasons it seems already & always almost wondering (strange how things happen) here in the same star-roofed cars, the same mazely ballrooms of sound freezing, wishing without a single petal to kiss;...
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overflowing table
pushing half-filled coffee mugs, oily, cascading prints, and books to the floor. tons of pungent books! laying on their sides. on their thin backs, sprawled open to a specific page, delicately placed like a sleeping beauty, with slender arms dangling off the edge.
a sigh escapes from pink, tense lips, leaving moments to collapse onto a wooden chair to watch satisfying destruction rest.