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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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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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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I remember you | Imagine that

      The truth is that I remember you I remember you in spite of facts In spite of benefit or sanity Or fate Or clarity I remember you In moments of uncharacteristic weakness In dreams after which I wake up furious Apparently subconscious consent is ambiguous And the truth is that I hate […]

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a love that had no end // too good

October 2nd, 2017 was the last text. 4:39 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. — “you awake?” — I stayed up late just in case you needed me. I missed the message by mere minutes. Your mother would be boarding a plane in the morning. She missed you by mere hours. I’ll never understand why. There’s supposed […]

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the expectations of declarations

Let the words be heard for that is all they know As the wings of ravens made haven In the rainy skies of long ago Drawn to a giant Rorschach horizon A congress of ink blots squall like sirens Ever dismissive of Aether’s fickle permissive  Theirs is a somber conceit An unmistakable locution Released by […]

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Winter in August (the deep malaise)

in the deep malaise of the day to day we ceased seeking the ethos of Eros anesthetized by the passage of time avarice withered with atrophy resembling the gradual annihilation of wildflowers in October wounded in imperceptible increments we laid in trenches that we carved into labyrinthine canyons of unfolded laundry and there is where […]

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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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never captive

Hummingbirds and their saccharine hearts Fabergé beaks and staccato flight Translucent to the eye of the beholden Lost on a Mankind wildly inept At discerning the language of nature The subliminal wisdom of wings The hypnotic properties of repetition Embedded in the arc of ancient trees Steeped in the nectar of coral bells Kept in […]

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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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