Leave what’s wrecked more

Lyrics: I’ve been through the fire I felt embers down my spine And I’ve said “World would you please have some mercy on me? Or could you please lift the curses on me?” It said, you always did Like it the hard way since you was a kid Look at the scars on your leg, […]

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Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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Daisys and Daggers

{ updated/fixed the corrupted audio 🤞🏻} In life, there are blessings and there are lessons. There is much more than that, too. But stripped of it’s empiric clothing. Without airs or force-fed interpretations. Life provides us with a myriad of gifts and gambles. To do with as we wish. Both beautiful and brutal. Deeply understated […]

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Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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End note to a ghost

— End note to a ghost When cowards are sent In lieu of flowers — Stay out of my cemetery, boo This sanctuary Of solemnity is not for you Kindly clamor those chains over a different grave Something a little more in line With the consecration of your own kind Potter’s field, asylum basement Perfect […]

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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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The Hand that Feeds

If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you. That is, until you cease feeding him. (or) If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently. And just like that. Your best friend is off to the races with his new master. What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent […]

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