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he is free to commiserate with the enemy the drowsy call of faux spirituality blissfully beneath me he only has eyes for being baptized so let him drink the holy water over the honeyed wine a partner in crime won’t be found in ugly hounds it’s the foxes who pick locks on second thought a crow […]
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it’s terribly cold on a non sequitur throne she weeps beautiful blue icicles reflective as scepters trophy wife shelved kept in perpetual winter frigid beds betray the deep red memory of a girl burning and suddenly numb grey days she became kept delicate as glass frozen in a crown (for now) — a. duncan […]
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i wanted to write an injury library labyrinthine a brutal myriad of atrocious words blatantly syllabic manifest trajectories lacking apology trip wire typography fertile insurgency involuntary intracasies bloodletting ballpoint antagonist signatures benzodiazepine clouds perfectly complimenting a nihilistic intellect delinquent verses psychosomatic provocateur semantics a thousand reasons in noxious counterpoint tender collections of collapsed lungs collaboration […]
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with total confidence he placed my heart in a box filled to the brim with formaldehyde and told me to breathe, to settle in to take comfort in my chemical confines for here was my home here I would be safe from myself, mostly the suffocation and the atrophy are probably, maybe, temporary the wild […]
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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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