Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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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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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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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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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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Please don’t be late.

Warnings are best ignored just before spectacular catastrophes. I repeat. Deceit is most inflated when kept in gullible company. Furthermore. Always let moths warm themselves by the fires, set by hungry spiders. After all. Once bitten, twice shy and what are scars to butterflies? Or fish to barrels? Or blades to pistols? It’s official. Willful […]

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Ode to Honeymoon

At first the thirst is consuming Doleful eyes and manic cravings The vehement intrigue Lending an apple wax shine To every inane detail Paper mache butterflies Hung with twine A debutante ball brimming With cardboard constellations An era Affectionately known as ‘pre-war’ Before the necessity For antebellum therapy Virginal hearts bask In the insistence of […]

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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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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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take down

build me, build me a time machine tune in, tune in wordsmith frequency chase it, chase it like pipe dreams he’s not, he’s not who he seems   daydreams in disguises snake oil shaving cream love’s claim to fame staked out like fool’s gold   drop it, drop it down to dulcet keep that, keep […]

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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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they all do

falling in love is like a time piece affixed to a suitcase full of dynamite when consciously dismantled complicated mechanisms components layered look like nothing more than mind fuck’s each an individual risk adrenaline spikes the infinite possibilities for irreversible tragedies kept in perfect time a linear ultimatum counting down 10… 9… 8… the seconds […]

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t e r r i b l e

it was somehow, always the least deserving of muses provoking the most prolific of prose the reasoning seems that pain translates beautifully onto paper chaos ripens into catharsis  and inconsistency appears to be utterly inspirational so perhaps it goes without saying writers have terrible taste if only they chose their lovers as carefully as their covers — […]

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