hollow (point)

today I dodged a bullet  twenty something ammunition  disguised as stale carnations the kind of flowers  given when sentiments are especially hollow (point) today he jumped the gun twelve gauge blanks disguised as sweet caresses the kind of fingers given when intentions are especially dry (fire) oh, most fortunate hesitation blessing me with  high caliber […]

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then and there

it was then and there  that surrender was declared such an unforeseen disarmament  in that very moment with the restless smile  of inevitable failure every sinew fell obedient  to the resemblance of oblivion  for he, like an incurable fever was slowly killing me and my fury heating  like mercury in a glass coffin while shadow boxing […]

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neon moon

“hey there desperado, let’s dance” a narcissus kissed neon moon over a melancholy mohave reveals a lawless lass in a turquoise lavaliere drunk on the delirious reverb of a slide guitar she’s the kind whose kisses break capillaries a whiskey apparition of a woman painted lips like sunset dunes legs like meandering trail rides a […]

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past tense

she mattered in moments, in afterthoughts and orgasms she mattered in battles, in breakdowns and fits of boredom she mattered in winters, in lunacy and self imposed ire she mattered in mistakes, in theories and intensities she mattered in trials, in drunken smiles and demises she mattered in backgrounds, in postponed requitals she mattered in […]

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reputation

my reputation precedes black hole cheekbones wildflowers for eyes born of addictive bloodlines resolute in an organic rebellion that is purely my own wild like a drunken moon chasing what if’s and very soon’s passionate as cleopatra on egyptian aphrodisiac’s enraged by the suggestion of patience, of quiet and resolute piety I speak in storms […]

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caged tigers

there are lessons in longing for greener grasses sometimes ‘anything but’ overcomes ‘everything is’ under the guise of restless repose we will ourselves to wandering conned by curiosity and it’s coquettish curses we seek innocuous overtures  oblivious to the unavailing  pining for the poetry of tedious phantoms undressed by ungrateful temptations  we bask in the […]

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rendez-vous à eden

rendezvous with a reptile where lips are lutes  and apples of eden bitten my clever cobra rose to the occasion and spoke  “with a face like yours, who needs charming?” — a. duncan, 2018    

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