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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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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Ode to Selene

The night is long and sorrow’s drowsy Yet sleep evades on halcyon wings The mercurial deity drifts listlessly Between seraphic embankments Of alabaster clouds Adoringly draped Across a crescent shaped raft She radiates with unalloyed solace Deluging the deserving In a chernobyl green tranquility She wavers with the same lackadaisical vertigo As apis mellifera love […]

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The words and I

“Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade. My darling turns to poetry at night.” – Anthony Lawrence The words and I Starry eye’d lovers aligned In the endless craving of catharsis We coalesced in the suddenness  Of our belonging, justified The words and I Swarmed by velvet […]

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Death to Lust

Elegy to fantasies, proven false— Awoken in the clemency of dawn A jagged horizon doused with vagrant elegance The sun pours itself without a hint of contempt For the repetition of cosmic chore Fragmenting through umber drapes A muddied hypnosis, box fan billowing Coquettish, butterfly kissing The splinters of a sagging windowsill Oriel crop dusted […]

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impossible

It’s true I’m hopeless Hopelessly infatuated With impossibilities The reason being, simply Everything else there is Or ever was Or ever will be Fucking      b o r e s       me It’s true I’m impossible Impossibly hopeful For opposition The reason being, simply Everyone else there is Or ever was Or ever will be […]

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flirtation in the third person

  She drinks to herself Until dazed with liquid mischief A hedonist that fiends for the libertine A voyeur of her own volition She stares into the abyss and the abyss Blows back suggestive kisses As if— It already knows She belongs to lands of agony To vermillion bridges With ledges that dare lover’s to […]

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Till death do us part (Love exists)

Love is a sonnet recited over the speakers of a slaughterhouse. It does not smell the blood nor scrutinize the saw’s. It does not save us, nor can it. It distracts, temporarily. In moments of abject terror. A peripheral ode. White noise in a horror show. Played on the assembly line. To the most vulnerable […]

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may you never know

the sweet, intuitive girl having glimpsed the stern ghosts in steadfast residence gathered on damp rafters behind my eyes inquired with all the benignity of a newborn butterfly “why do people cry…?” darling child of mine may you never know what love is when denied for someone to sleep while you weep may your dainty heart […]

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dream confessor

be mine, tonight when you lay down your head whether in dreams or terrors in prayers left unsaid may your thoughts have lips confessor’s to sin may you wake up forgiven by the saints in my skin — a. duncan, 2019     Artwork by Jeremy Mann https://redrabbit7.com

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then and there

it was then and there  that surrender was declared such an unforeseen disarmament  in that very moment with the restless smile  of inevitable failure every sinew fell obedient  to the resemblance of oblivion  for he, like an incurable fever was slowly killing me and my fury heating  like mercury in a glass coffin while shadow boxing […]

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past tense

she mattered in moments, in afterthoughts and orgasms she mattered in battles, in breakdowns and fits of boredom she mattered in winters, in lunacy and self imposed ire she mattered in mistakes, in theories and intensities she mattered in trials, in drunken smiles and demises she mattered in backgrounds, in postponed requitals she mattered in […]

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Frida Kahlo

I am the steel corset and creased slacks I am the pain disguised in paint vibrant palettes bled by turpentine on drunken tirades, in fits of boredom I am the bewilderment of fading beauty the obedience of grieving the self portraits, naked laden with strangely conflicted expressions a phantom on canvas, the unseen genius agave […]

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blue velvet dress

I must confess I’m the devil  in a blue velvet dress writing pagan poetry  detailed impeccably unnerved by inconsistency idle hands, indian giving its worth admitting  when my axis shifts I go tumbling down a technicolor rabbit hole  misconceptions counted by an invisible metronome landing in a menagerie of careless flattery where rejection is both  […]

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death to pride

inner monologue’s evolving from serenity to sociopathy as much an infinity symbol as we are a blinking exit sign he says I “refuse to compromise” (and for once he’s not wrong) a wise woman waits but never prays for a consolation prize eventually negotiations nullify he cries “live and let live” I say “live and let […]

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corvidae confined

I am a magpie  crooning patsy cline melodies in a gilded cage, engraved tenderly with 1 Corinthians 13 beneath an eastern moon, divided by bars of careless beguiling  I stay, an avian tamed inexplicably courageous, even with clipped wings deeply disoriented by unwise migration  but nurturing daydreams nevertheless of belonging, to a patient sky one […]

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stockholm syndrome

playing peek-a-boo in a hurricane of rebel flags and lullabies she’s swallowed in his eyes where wild, dialated pupils are hung like killing moons disarming by design she’s kept and camouflaged by the fallacy of captivity a favorite among the hostages in a mood of pregnant madness conceived by brilliance and abandon with a self deprecating antagonist handsome […]

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the dangers of devotion

  how does one drown in a room full of familiar faces on an ordinary morning in fluorescent lighting it’s clearly an emergency internally bleeding (ballpoint ink) straight from my arteries staining the porcelain crimson clawfoot swan dive an unforgiving undertow of unforeseen urgency the dangers of devotion the delusion of deserving one last breath […]

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a mouth full of swords

  a recipe for disaster requires an unexplained obsession for counting the remaining arrows in my mind’s quiver speaking with a mouth full of swords a quiet appetite for battle because, after all fighting, fucking what’s the difference? — a. duncan, 2018     Artwork: Frank Frazetta – Original Art of Nude Woman with Sword […]

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parallel paramour

  never ask who I was, or where I went to let there be no questions, looming in your pretty mind, on restless nights your lean arms branched above your head, an extension of self as if grasping for something, someone in tangles of white organic cotton sheets that have never enjoyed the weight, of a […]

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