Placebo

You have mistaken me For a dispensary Doling desire with sterile measure And also— The palliative prescription, therein A feminine formulation Of encapsulated adoration A synthetic genesis Of long legs and gaping lips Quiet, obedient, until needed For relief The remedy for ennui The poetic antidote For remote loneliness You would have me be Provisioned […]

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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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Oceanic Empress

Questions posed Of the oceanic empress My Tropic of Capricorn My southern equator My counterpoint to time Are you, in fact, a woman Or a cliff of obsidian? O, Tidepool eyes O, Music box heart La mère, l’artiste My origami swan My silver leaf frond Siren of the sophora Pouring with words Stirred by keys […]

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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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Tiny Dancer

On a foggy November morning… The ache of a melody. It awakens me to a world that is still as brutal as it is beautiful. Only more so than the day before. So cold yet so cherishing. With December looming. — I want to dedicate this song… To Rachel of In Mind and Out Blog. […]

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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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Feign Tame

Foxes do not wear collars As obedience is a purely menial task And collars are not conducive To one’s elusive cravings for mayhem Foxes are factually drawn to chaos Their favorite kind requires silence And bells are ruiners of stealth Jingles are the Achilles heel Of diabolical reveals Foxes can feign tame for a time […]

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April Fool’s Day of the Dead

Fame chasers time wasters Party favors straight razors Freedom fighters gas lighters Stockholm toxic shock syndrome Padlock ad hoc Semi automatic erotic asphyxiation Sociopathic sentimentality Karma police brutality Pathological shadow boxers Meandering neanderthals Nonsensical contingency plans Ash tray Wednesday Tommy guns and rose colored glasses April Fool’s Day of the Dead My funny Valentine’s Day […]

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never ply paradox

never mistake a siren for a lullaby so say I by and by never be late to your own ego’s funeral nor hesitate to bend the knee before a Queen turned on by bloodshed off     with     his    head so say I by and by never ply paradox he who counts […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Hymn of the Flowers

She sings to the beebalm A hymn that rightfully upends The heathens in the heliotrope She bends the milk thistle with song A migratory melody that subdues The naysayers in the nightshade With lyrical alchemy An adagio of psalms She calms the devils in the delphinium A refrain that reconciles the roses With the tyranny […]

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Air drop apocalypse

“What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!” – Frederich Neitzsche When left on read I will revel In the absence of shame I seek not to be ‘seen’ By these obnoxious beasts In their discount masquerade Nor need I invitation To their virtual circle jerks […]

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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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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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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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when not for lack of

I dare not love you Nor should thee, ever Dare in loving me Fruit can not be thieved When unable to bloom For this Let us unanimously agree There loom no tangerines On the gnarled branch Of the sycamore tree Nor can lemons sprout Among the devout leaves Of laurels For this let there Ne’er […]

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naked eye

Surface of silver, unerring Obligated to none, as Sylvia told Pristine mimicry, save for subconscious Smudges of identity, an inheritance Without frivolity, such docile echoes Ghosts in the glass, void of flattery Objective oculus, brutalities bare Impartial lens, revelations of subtlety Arbitrator of self, quietly beholden To the naked eye   | a. duncan, 2019 | […]

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Escape from waking

Dearly departed William Dwells in eternal repose Having composed his ode’s Blood of the mind disclosed By gentle shine of beeswax His wisdoms kin to flaxen sheep That lie quietly among iambic lions Lulled to sleep by the weeping Of star cross’d tragedy His solemn muse declare’d indiscreet To sleep, perchance to dream… For therein […]

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tale of a tributary heart

the grieving heart on my pale sleeve with it’s black veil and cameo locket obscuring it’s delicate elegies pinned with sprigs of sage recollections faintly billowing like bittersweet incense it’s ashes enshrined lovingly in poetry a dainty rosary  clutched to breast each glass bead, an ode to the deep, velvet pain framed in the futility of mourning – a. […]

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dear dionysus

if only you knew  about the letters I’d written in my head to no one in particular also to someone  and maybe, even a few  were addressed to you in torrential ballpoint scarlet letter ‘A’ for ‘April’ or ‘Antigone’ and possibly ‘arsenic’, or ‘annihilation’ all those words are interchangeable, anyway my filigree cursive bleeds with […]

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