Of ardency

Condemned to abeyance I lament the ever sentimental fool Reproved by my otherwise libertine sinews My hearts crown jewel Cupid’s prodigal daughter Debauchery’s unseen enemy She is crushed velvet and arid petals Mercury glass and utopian whimsy Collector of letters Patron saint In the cult of fervency She is a maudlin harlequin Pervasive in the […]

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No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

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Adamant Forms

— Where do you hide behind the eyes? In the earthen dens you extend Like spiral stairs I rush to ascend On hands and knees, in dreams Starry eye’d, voracious Stark naked, selectively submissive Who is he that wakes the gates? Clutching at my thighs The way hawks do the pines In the moorlands of […]

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Lucidity

— I tire of the poetic infatuation With candlelight The laureates penning elegies To the “evocative beauty” Of these minor chords in waxen form The flattery of provisional antimatter Asking me to bask In their bare minimum lambency In the pretension inherent Their flaxen glow Inducing of nausea and vertigo The ire of that subtle illumination Undulating […]

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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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So Many Obstacles

  I had a dream. And you were there bare as ever. Exactly as I cherish you. And I do, very much, cherish you. Stark, hardened, bewildering in your physicality. So handsome that it often intimidates me. No one intimidates me. But you do. So much so that my strategy has changed. You have single-handedly […]

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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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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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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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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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le quatrième mois

in the fourth month it rains at ungodly hours, it showers pinning down the helpless flowers in the unguarded gardens from unrelenting storms it indiscreetly pours the sky’s dulcet lullabies dutifully seducing the hill sides the soil moistens to quicksand in the wasteland pleasure is measurable in inches it drenches the feathers of scattering finches […]

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Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis? Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung Had he a bow, as Apollo? Strung taut, thread of goldenrod Emblazoned with fate’s interferences Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel Had he an arrow, as Eros? Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse Molten […]

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frenzied melodies

It was intangible yet persistent  In its ritual incapacitation That kind of attraction—  Inherently hypnotic, sedative  Inviting as an untouched wilderness  One that calls exclusively  To the brave To the most reckless, as incessant As the shriek of roman candles Streaking unfettered in hot breaths An atmosphere quietly infatuated With chaos, the eerie potency Of […]

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before this

ignorance is indeed bliss a vital tributary to vanity’s Rhine as he feigned total nescience of my presence, thumbing through random pages of Nabokov assorted stoic philosophy practicing sleight of hand and casually sipping some supposedly-holistic tea lauded by one of his many poor choices some insufferable cunt some forgettable one night stand she was […]

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The Mortician’s Goddaughter Versed in Lust

The Mortician’s Goddaughter Versed in Lust by Rigoberto Gonzalez https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rigoberto-gonzalez Just when I had long outgrown those late-night            seizures in my hand, those involuntary impulses return to make my fingers twitch like the tips of twigs             after the bird leaps off the branch— what a crafty little devil, bouncing back all             feathered […]

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of forbidden visions

simplicity, a white ermine visits cemeteries in disrepair concealed in wisps of speckled pelt rare and gossamer masked she’s a darling, winged little deity slackened on the velvet isolation of obsolete death here she imbibes, in strange excess among the harmlessness of moonlight from a carafe of devil’s kiss empowered in the absence of piety and […]

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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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requiem to weaponry

territorial is the empress possessive is cupid’s kiss a lone crusader, clandestine tending to collections of passions, of poisons fanatical in lieu of pragmatism her body’s glorious armies nestle in the temporary repose  of her heart’s fox holes fragilities en obscura  beneath shiny clefts of chain mail capricious is the countess reticent as the residue […]

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of deserving

let it be said i was deserving of a season that gave of itself selflessly an autumn indiscriminate in its devotions loving in the shedding of its leaves gusts of vermilion ardency surrounding me temperatures bowed in worship giving frantic shape to breath amid the abiding fragrances of fresh tobacco clean linen, cardamom a season […]

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such is the curse of the stars

  the furtive heat of a constellation is so sweetly misunderstood a directional gazed upon even marveled at  in her divine nakedness a fierce and beguiling force writhes in the emptiness unexplored yet somehow perfect perfect in her unattainability in her deep planetary moods her inherent mysteries in her destructive resplendence in her dangerous undertows […]

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