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he was a subconscious chaos masking his perpetual absence in colorful metaphor a dim light on a dark night vaguely flickering on someone else’s dock a viridescent beacon kept alight by the electricity of his own apathy seducing common moths by colluding with the autumnal moon he who fancies himself an aetheist aurora borealis is merely a […]
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sacred rivers flood the harvest the subtle taste of copper arouses the hungry little crocodile inside me she smiles, knowing as the Nile teeth draped languidly over lips like ominous monoliths a creature of precious predation the absolution found here drowns in the muddy waters just as easily saints and heretics friends and enemies they all […]
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Shawn Michael Bann.. I am writing this to you in the hope that my words travel from this page, no – from my aching heart – to yours. Somewhere in the spirit realm. Where you now reside ad infinitum. Where you bask in the bliss of the after. Where you have shed all semblance of […]
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it started subconsciously waxing poetic to the dearly departed imploring return a posthumous pardon my kaleidoscope heart beckons a beloved once a lustrous art nouveau peridot severed arc’s of molten gold inevitably darkened without him fractured panes of caustic black glass sterling asunder beveled imperfections bereft of tenderness fleeting glimpses of his reflection the sweet […]
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My head was always in the clouds so I let him tie me down To the bed With wrists bound tight by kite string he spread my wings Just as a thirsty horizon siphons the sun, he entered me Like a key Filled me with his gravity Suddenly I was tumbling Our mouths were swift […]
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absence is a ludicrous illusion he shifts like a virgin in stirrups my treacherous little monster incapacitate me, please? absorb me, in high doses like opium, venom just before devouring me my savage little serphent vex me, endlessly? with the gaping mouth of a reptile or a ketamine sky oh, an empty touch never […]
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The Suicide King besought a Queen Blood diamond redemption In her eyes More criminal than aristocratic A royal tragically unqualified Let us behold, Joan of Arc In her ardency, bewildered By the Mad Monarch On his stolen throne Mercurial, tempermental Dull sword to temple There’s never a frown With cowards and crowns — a. duncan, 2018 […]
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