r e c o g n i z a n c e

You see— It’s not really me, he’s wanting It’s the arrows of the marrow In the imbue of the sinews It’s the retrieval of the tremble In the drizzle of the symbols It’s the hazardous bliss In that strangers kiss It’s in the want for renaissance In the flesh that’s flaunted And I am pleased […]

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To The Brave

My wrists plead for lips The way gifts wish for ribbons My body is stricken With an inconspicuous deficiency For biting kisses that climb The way vines do When seizing the stake The way the trellis aches For the weight of the grapes The way the dew hangs From the tip of the stem The way […]

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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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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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Delta of Venus and the Eternal Nothingness

    Do tell me, Anaïs— Does love’s indiscreet hungering ever wane? Will lust’s obscene loitering ever cease? Should it feel as anything less Than siphoned lightening? How does one appease the devils who dance In the rafters of recanted memories? Do beds have ghosts? Do eyes have ciphers? Do hearts have cards? Do tell […]

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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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Until you’re satisfied

I will wait for you in a bayou Where I am requisite and unrestrained Auxiliary to predation A consonant with the feral ecology Bemused with the libertine prose  Of sweltering tides Of sheltering fugitives In utter defiance of purity A confessor to the preference For total annihilation Consoled by the throated sadism Of wayward osprey Captivated by […]

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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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Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis? Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung Had he a bow, as Apollo? Strung taut, thread of goldenrod Emblazoned with fate’s interferences Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel Had he an arrow, as Eros? Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse Molten […]

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frenzied melodies

It was intangible yet persistent  In its ritual incapacitation That kind of attraction—  Inherently hypnotic, sedative  Inviting as an untouched wilderness  One that calls exclusively  To the brave To the most reckless, as incessant As the shriek of roman candles Streaking unfettered in hot breaths An atmosphere quietly infatuated With chaos, the eerie potency Of […]

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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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The Mortician’s Goddaughter Versed in Lust

The Mortician’s Goddaughter Versed in Lust by Rigoberto Gonzalez https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/rigoberto-gonzalez Just when I had long outgrown those late-night            seizures in my hand, those involuntary impulses return to make my fingers twitch like the tips of twigs             after the bird leaps off the branch— what a crafty little devil, bouncing back all             feathered […]

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of forbidden visions

simplicity, a white ermine visits cemeteries in disrepair concealed in wisps of speckled pelt rare and gossamer masked she’s a darling, winged little deity slackened on the velvet isolation of obsolete death here she imbibes, in strange excess among the harmlessness of moonlight from a carafe of devil’s kiss empowered in the absence of piety and […]

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dream confessor

be mine, tonight when you lay down your head whether in dreams or terrors in prayers left unsaid may your thoughts have lips confessor’s to sin may you wake up forgiven by the saints in my skin — a. duncan, 2019     Artwork by Jeremy Mann https://redrabbit7.com

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such is the curse of the stars

  the furtive heat of a constellation is so sweetly misunderstood a directional gazed upon even marveled at  in her divine nakedness a fierce and beguiling force writhes in the emptiness unexplored yet somehow perfect perfect in her unattainability in her deep planetary moods her inherent mysteries in her destructive resplendence in her dangerous undertows […]

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within her

found by few and conquered by none the redolent library in her eyes  wild horses, white noises and whale bone corsets paper lanterns, piano wire and delft porcelain within her, without her there is a respite, there is a sonnet composed of grotesque romance, ebony ink and wanting where a raven is a writing desk […]

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as if

tonight, i whimpered your name as if it belonged to me as if it were raining outside and we’d left an old window ajar, the kind with a splintering oak frame, chipping lead paint two panes of muted glass, gathering condensation and our two mouths, finding each other in the dark, like incomplete constellations surrendering to […]

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