The dangers of strangers

How blithely she writes What remains to be seenTransposing the unknownsOnto aquamarine scenesIn trances (of stolen glances) Pinned wrists and stifled moansHow idly she inscribesHer coronary catacombsHow plainly she arrangesThese strangers into proseBranding the stanzasIn aching narrationsHow madly she fansThe flames of creationLike wet dreamsWith daisy chains From the hazeOf a memoryThat she’s only been […]

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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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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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Henious Jade

she was a scorched earth birth a woman born in a fire storm in blinding white and heinous jade a glance, a taste, before the blaze torn but not from what she’s made napalm lip balm, female fusillade an incendiary legacy awakened in her mother’s veins all it takes is a list, a kiss a […]

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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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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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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 actual madness of attraction It’s in the paradoxical patterns It’s in the prime meridian It’s in the sanzen of the similes It’s in the analog of the latency It’s in the language of static The parallel of passion is when The amount I loved you, then Is equivalent To the amount I loathe you, now (and my God, how I loved you) There is no […]

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? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

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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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Polychromatic

  She is the languid dreams Of the dozing duskywing She is the sweet relief Felt in the consummation Of a late night breeze She is love’s ledgers Tethered like feathers To cascades of heather Kept in the velvet sleeves Of Valentines She is the string tied to finger She is the binding She is […]

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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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Go to hell, William Tell

I can not gather why you still come here These rendezvous are patently hapless Your appearing as arbitrary and shallow As arrows in apples We both know you don’t visit To reminisce On the poetry or the flattery Why then, the shadow meandering? Is the fear of slander The reason for your gandering? Be not […]

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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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sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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these days

I sift for flecks of amethyst at the crux of an immense hourglass it’s structural integrity tested at the edifice by slow ebbing tremors of antecedent identity my reflexiveness proves resolute as the west continues beckoning seeming to undress me indefinitely it peels away at the décolleté shedding like ribs of bib lettuce the lattice […]

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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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Daisys and Daggers

{ updated/fixed the corrupted audio 🤞🏻} In life, there are blessings and there are lessons. There is much more than that, too. But stripped of it’s empiric clothing. Without airs or force-fed interpretations. Life provides us with a myriad of gifts and gambles. To do with as we wish. Both beautiful and brutal. Deeply understated […]

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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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