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The Devil Out At Night
Set me down, behind full mountain tops, make me burn yellow and purple hues, while cold moons take honesty away. Turn on false Gods who paint streets in neon, let the devil out to play. Soak up the...
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Mappa Mundi
Mappa mundi. On my back I sleep without mountains, or oceans, or broken continents drifting off in search for more. Birds turn origami and I am left with an echo. Somewhere between maple rain and God’s...
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The Ones Not Knowing Destruction
Circling eternity and afterlife. Look North! Kochab and Mizar! This is the undead; the perfect destination. The Sky Goddess swells at Gemini then births the Sun God in the MilkyWay. Spring devours him...
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The Sun Chases The Moon
I spend a thousand blinks on old memories. Each taste like cocaine broken teeth, pressing truth against my cheek, a cold shock like this one – crying on the beach, sleeping in empty sea shells. My...
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Where Ashes May Burn
Limp beauty drops like spiders from silk; stars fall to their knees. Now you understand? My little kiss! My little wish for after-flowers of genocide; lush with knowing and innocence. Not thankless,...
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I Am Not The Same Size
To speak up on Sunday when religion strikes like the back of a hand would be a sin. To question a written truth bound by message and baggaged with fear would be unthinkable. But I do! But I do! I let...
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Ghost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
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A Different Skin
Blue brick stone eyes, like four leaves, I am in luck. Liquid doesn’t drip from rock. Not all skin is the same. Some grow into cat-o-nine tail, but you… you douse poison like a God. I am witness,...
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He Will Not Follow Me
He swims like a whale, through life, inflated, blubbered up from pomposity. He is all. He creates territory and torture. I am followed. To the outskirts, I dream – puffed up on Winter drugs, countered...
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Confession From Heaven
Confession from Heaven as you can see we have potential although hearts burst out in tears, locked behind bars, in chains, against a will of their own, we carry every blink used to wipe away the pain,...
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