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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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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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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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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I remember you | Imagine that

      The truth is that I remember you I remember you in spite of facts In spite of benefit or sanity Or fate Or clarity I remember you In moments of uncharacteristic weakness In dreams after which I wake up furious Apparently subconscious consent is ambiguous And the truth is that I hate […]

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a love that had no end // too good

October 2nd, 2017 was the last text. 4:39 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. — “you awake?” — I stayed up late just in case you needed me. I missed the message by mere minutes. Your mother would be boarding a plane in the morning. She missed you by mere hours. I’ll never understand why. There’s supposed […]

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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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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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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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if only

in the presence of Judas my heart’s very own saboteur I became willingly restrained with the vaguest recognition of his presence— a prisoner, convicted by my own self fulfilling prophecies the subliminal questions seemed to beg themselves “how might it be…. if I were to martyr myself? how might it feel…. if he were to […]

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eclipse

a love like a dying sun  salvaged in the final hour in an eclipse of lips the dissident tides synchronized the dour shores reformed with merciful concord  a tarnished compass  unanimously restored a love drunk sunrise ascending a lonesome river amending as the sediments commence ending prolonged torment there was rapture  in the adaptations there […]

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{in love with the moment}

Today’s post is a miscellany of words, images, and sounds that have brought me pleasure, comfort, and inspiration as of late. I’m a firm believer in listening, even surrendering to, the ‘atmosphere’ around us. I swear our intimate spaces speak to us. But, having said that, I fully concede that I don’t have enough intel […]

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l’attraction

the terrible audacity of attraction slinging it’s irrevocable arrows subtly pretending to possess an aim that’s indiscriminate  as it makes exquisite  of the previously non-descript it’s a ludicrous conspiracy, really— written in our biology, indelibly as much a curse as it is a remedy attraction and it’s maddening laws need not for humanity’s consent  a […]

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The Truth

In the deep velvet absence of discernible solace, I sat alone, unrecognizable to even myself, on an otherwise mundane Sunday evening. The pile of laundry stacked half way to the ceiling left untouched. The chair that held me was terribly unsure what to do with me. It wanted to seem kind but secretly hoped to […]

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an ode to timing

  an ode to timing (an elegy in sardonic histrionics) how divine, the irony of time how enviable is he bemused by his own immunity to death unmoved by mankind’s incessant lamenting who would be so ill-advised as to defy a secrecy devised en sanctum  surely his is a pious violence befitting the most impeccable […]

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do rainbows have shadows?

time heals, they said all wounds, conveniently no mention, of the scars that remain, the dreams where he, kisses me and remains, like the scars antagonizing, lingering aching, as they age laughing, as they linger are we actually healed if we are haunted? if rainbows have shadows do scars have silver linings? .. a. duncan, […]

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to love him

  to love him is to accept an inevitable fate the lingerie I hang on his mind’s clothesline billow in the autumnal breeze gentle reminders of past-tenses my body’s poetry writing itself posthumously sexual potential bleeding onto our bed sheets like a broken pilot pen to love him is to accept a tourniquet in the […]

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