You can bring it to the dirt upon my doorstep. You can leave it melting in the rain. So many motions left unopened, so many stations that only the wind will fill. We fall away and the world keeps going. Little by little or all at once we are a diminishing return. Pass it on while you still have it in your hands. Shout about...
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There a glimmer amongst the salt and ash, a stranded wanderer envious of the stars, a map without a means dragging a path around. Words that fell without thought past the press of tooth tongue and breath, a light left on a reason all its own. The struggle of the bellows, the work of iron and earth, held to the workings of these buried wings....
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Beating uneasily my heart slips over the edges of the bowl, a steak plated to impress blood red over bone white, oh the savor, oh the sacrifice. The night is alive with appetites, a wet winter loosing a river of green fiber and stolid chitin, life ever striving to take a slice. This long losing over at long last not meaning there’s not more losing...
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They’re going to have you take a number. They’re going to make you spell it out. The softest gray before the harder colors. The feeling grown into the bones, riding out the last of the light. Only warm around the wounds, the instrument a balloon losing air, the music so much exasperation killing time. The rain comes pacing the swollen moon, smoke always hanging around....
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The crow calling loudly outside
the front window is the same
crow hopping through buds and
blossoms about the boughs of
the front yard tree reaching towards
the bright blue cool spring sky
stretching itself a path to the sun.
Those black wings warning everyone
heaven is farther than it looks.
Like the shape we call a star
marked like art across the firmament,
it...
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It’s the numbers I assigned to see you in the repetitions, it’s the name I wore down to letters and lore. Something to fondle in fist and fingers, something left to leaven the dreams. The weary report of the body, the circling of the thinking as the batteries give out, the mystery you give and the mystery you get. Always wandering from scene to scene...
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It’s a song you can’t recall from some 70s FM canon, it’s the slip of the trick up the sleeve down past those same old razor wrists, cradling some plastic handset in the crook of shoulder and neck in some middle aged memory. The soundtrack of blackout conversations taking on the tenor of intimacy, a tension all but expired in the continuity you’ve acquired, a...
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I’m down to nouns as the day runs long, all bleak grays and dull rain and gulls cutting across the storm. With my crooked spine oriented vaguely to ley lines strewn haphazardly throughout the landfill the signal runs from rote to riot, ache and inflammation this last vocation as the vessel feathers and splits. I chain smoked the dread from the litany of days and...
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The moon still full, gleaming on the bones of the moment
the earth aglow in the imminence of this bare
albedo— a called bank shot over
the sun’s shoulder, the forlorn witness
to late winter’s wringings the truth known
hand to hand with the here and there, this machine
a dreadful sharpening, a narrowing by number
naming the graces of the ricochet once
the race...
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The cold touches its toes as
the song soaks through,
the sky so blue as the winds
animate the tantrum,
livid palms dancing in
the storm struck sun. This flavor
crisp with struck match
scratches as you taste
the incantation as sparks stretch
clean from your teeth
smiling as it slips,
the words off my tongue,
the ink on your skin sharp
down your shoulder,...
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The sky goes gray slow, the turkey vultures turning the atmosphere to oil, gliding low as to float steady in the level of sight. The air fogs slightly at both ends of the lens, the anointed smoke uncoiling beneath the eaves as the cold dances enchantments ring a rosy around every bone. The unloved dusk and the quarter moon take the west and I watch...
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The sun sets soon, if it hasn’t already. A rectangle of sunlight claims a patch of the neighbor’s rooftop, a thousand word parcel in the picture puzzle of transience as the rain dark skies close ranks, the sharpened cold holding my lapels tight in its fists. The neighbor’s roof already one shade again nearly as soon as it’s noticed, the moment always missing before the...
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