Signal Flares

— All this time lead to believe That butterflies frantic Within the abdomen Was a thing of beauty That electrical sizzle Within the sinews Was a kind of virtue When the malicious truth In the blooming Of those pupils Was not of love Palpably forming It was our hearts Issuing a stark warning It was […]

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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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II

Which you Is actually True? And why Are there Two Of you? Are there More Of you In store? Even More Doors Than before? How many Encores Can one Girl endure? Which you Do you Prefer? Which one Is dilute? Is either One pure? Of the Two you That be Which one Is simplicity? Or […]

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The words and I

“Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade. My darling turns to poetry at night.” – Anthony Lawrence The words and I Starry eye’d lovers aligned In the endless craving of catharsis We coalesced in the suddenness  Of our belonging, justified The words and I Swarmed by velvet […]

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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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a lesson in forgiveness

I forgive you, darling. I forgive you, in spite of. I forgive you, for all of it. I forgive you, for the arrogance. I forgive you, for your cowardice. I forgive you, for the emptiness. I forgive you, for your two handsome faces. I forgive you, for the ugliness behind them. I forgive you, for […]

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these words

these words these are the words stillborn but lingering on a broken bough they hum themselves to sleep brutal little lullabies such self sufficient infants swaddled in vulnerability in the abandoned nursery of my memories   these words these are the words confined like muddy tides in the dark canyons of my eyes churning to […]

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