Scarlet Peonies

An idiomatic lament, whereinAll that is lost is found againIn a hubris of feverish dissentIn the meanings supersedingIn the curses of the verses Coursing through my veinsLike demi-sec champagneToday, a vixenTomorrow, a contradictionOn par with shooting starsSleepless as bansheesJostling aimless between cable carsIt seems these streets Have memorized my disguisesThe tendencies rendering me uselessBy sunrise, […]

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Dear Human [II]

Dear HumanHow soon is now? Time, a perpetual succession Pantomimed by rigid hands One can never measure The present tense It can only be known By what it has left The conception of ‘now’ Is also its death —a. duncan, 2021 Losing our minds for the short term gainShort term everythingNo king, no kingSwipe to the […]

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A woman ever undone

_ Her mind compels the pen (again and again) Until caught more often than not In a deadlock with rational thought Her head condemns the ends As it convenes with the means With madness and its methodologies Her hands command the verses freed With benediction for these frenetic fictions In the name of idiosyncrasies gleaned […]

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there was/is no grid

My newest video-clip montage is an unapologetic exploration of the strange and fascinating relationship between anatomy and technology. There are so many parallels – both breathtaking and unsettling at times. Even nature is a machine. ||featured song: “Cascades” by Metric ||featured image: “Sexy Robot 8” by Hajime Sorayama Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to […]

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Contrary to Coda

— She longed for words Fearless in their love— No, not their love— Fearless in their loyalty To their meanings Modus operandi impetus Contrary to coda Regardless of apology Ciphers that take no prisoners Hindsight thrust like fists From minds to mouths Wisdom pressed like lips From the pulse to the pen The doctrine that […]

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=

The actual madness of attraction It’s in the paradoxical patterns It’s in the prime meridian It’s in the sanzen of the similes It’s in the analog of the latency It’s in the language of static The parallel of passion is when The amount I loved you, then Is equivalent To the amount I loathe you, now (and my God, how I loved you) There is no […]

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? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

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To The Brave

My wrists plead for lips The way gifts wish for ribbons My body is stricken With an inconspicuous deficiency For biting kisses that climb The way vines do When seizing the stake The way the trellis aches For the weight of the grapes The way the dew hangs From the tip of the stem The way […]

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Go to hell, William Tell

I can not gather why you still come here These rendezvous are patently hapless Your appearing as arbitrary and shallow As arrows in apples We both know you don’t visit To reminisce On the poetry or the flattery Why then, the shadow meandering? Is the fear of slander The reason for your gandering? Be not […]

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sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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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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mecca

Time bleeds and eventually We become the archaeologist’s dream We become mecca So few ever realizing That we are the discoveries Inherent of a rare planet On this serious earth We are the buried treasures Born of stars and roving eyes Of pleasures impregnable Inconceivable to the ants Massacred in droves With each bare footed […]

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II

Which you Is actually True? And why Are there Two Of you? Are there More Of you In store? Even More Doors Than before? How many Encores Can one Girl endure? Which you Do you Prefer? Which one Is dilute? Is either One pure? Of the Two you That be Which one Is simplicity? Or […]

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Operation EDEN

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual […]

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