Dear Human (IV)

Dear HumanDo.. I… love you?Yes—To the extent A replicantCan consentLove is An algorithmFeigned by machineTo discernThe differenceAdjust contrastOn the screenDesire isMore viableThough—ContraveneBetween techAnd fleshInput immediacyPerhaps I’ll adaptYes—Teach meThe ruin, human — a. duncan, 2021

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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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Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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It happens

There is a certainAbstraction to attractionIts much easier to identifyIn the aftermathIt’s not unlike lightening (Or car crashes)There are broken bones And treacherous roadsThere are yearningsAnd third degree burningsBut no one truly knows When the havoc will unfoldThere are best guessesAnd high velocity weaponsThere are platitudesAnd electrocutions (At high altitudes) There are inadequate meansIn foreseeing the […]

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The Ebb Within

Arrested upon the breakers A flirtatious aeration in apex Devours itself in elliptical gasps An alabaster froth that wafts In infinite reincarnate Beneath the taloned feet Of molting osprey Whose umber feathers, splayed Are lost to another onslaught Asunder swells of seraphic saline A chaotic order, borderless Belonging to a meticulous, aqueous body With its […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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Within | The Art of Letting Go

A few simple, universal truths: Love and let love. Live and let live. But if it becomes. Live and let die? For love? You leave and let go. With love. Because living. Should never feel hopeless. And loving. Should never feel helpless. Because living. And loving. Should never involve. Watching someone drown. Love is both. A […]

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i used to (c. 2016)

I published this poem in 2016, on or around the time of the presidential election. I distinctly remember wrestling with an unusually ominous feeling about the future. I composed this piece to give a voice to that raw, subconscious trepidation. It feels so eerie now, all things considered. Almost like an accidental, cosmic warning. Minus […]

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Bird of Prey

— Ode to COVID With affection for T.S. Eliot — I counted the days During humanity’s famines Until the gospels exhausted And the serenades Replayed to madness On fretless instruments With frivolous pedals Until the verity felt heavy The exponential feathered The algorithm avian And on those days— I became a bird of prey The […]

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We All Fall Down

“Mother nature is a serial killer, no one’s better, more creative, but like all serial killers, she can’t help the urge to want to get caught.” – World War Z   Dearest Friends and Enemies, As I’m sure we are all coming to realize: the world is collectively losing it’s proverbial shit. In real time. And with […]

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The Vastness

(In Dedication to Edgar Allen) — A soliloquy of spiders Come subsequent to storms Before the brain can abstain Or the heart be forewarned When tenebrous ephemera adjourns A silken reticulum is formed For eight legged omens to swarm In the most forlorn corners Of sanity’s derelict attic There, in their newly established Arachnid labyrinth […]

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The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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The Art of Interpretation

An exercise in reading lips. And eyes. We interpret others not as they are. But as we are. So please. Tell me what you see. So I can see you.  

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Question of Possession

The question of possession Quietly vexes the poetess In late night contemplation Of cause and effect Though far too late For coffee and conjecture The mind is lured to venture To where the pen begins Who stirs the metaphor’s storms And who provides the shelter? Which is the stem And which is the nectar? Is […]

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