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Departure
Some eyes open like black holes, gravitationally throwing memorial stones through a moment, letting time break a silence that lingers in every muscle, every finger tip for a soft crash of...
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Sleep Walk
Sleep-walk through a black body bag toe’s tagged he falls dirty like a dish rag My love, his chalk outline becomes my bed he sleeps deep inside my lungs I try to cough up his death We exhale sharply...
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His Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips with charm. Mockingbirds use many tongues to sing of slick footprints stepping in, stepping out. At first blush they call, crested blue, aggressive; wild for...
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The Other Side Of Love
Darkness is the culprit that lingers behind each slice of sweet Nectarine. I am late. I’ve been here before. The other side of love. The place that dissects the tongues of former lovers and turns them...
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I Love Her More
She has a name hanging in a back orchard somewhere. Cowbells are ringing. I gave it up like an omelet to a woman married to perfection. I am missing limbs for limbs, heart for heart. Who am I to...
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To That
inch of time spent over the sea, dragging your dead body back from the sharks I fed you to. There should be enough salt to drown in. Now that is something you don’t hear of! But, I have heard of...
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Love Letter
Amaranth, on my back, off the edge of life. Dangling cords fall like snakes, I hanged them there to dry me out. With you, it is cold. I can’t say that. I miss you, but I do not. Have you been tempted...
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God Am I Trying
So I come like a box of watercolor, surrender to water and Iris. You are drowned out, on a stretcher, a small body of life sucked out of a vacuum. I missed your heartbeat. Where did it go? I found a...
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How To Sleep In A Gutter When You’re Not Dead
Curl up raw, stranger. Where is your husband’s thick pockets? You must be one of those different colours. I’m dead on my feet, you’re sleeping in the gutter. Five days in February – we both struggle....
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Jack The Ripper
Summer has changed. Shadows walk loudly through the forest. I never thought I could multiply this way, but you help me heat the sun. Now I’m locked in the middle of a road that I don’t know, your feet...
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