Dear Human [II]

Dear HumanHow soon is now? Time, a perpetual succession Pantomimed by rigid hands One can never measure The present tense It can only be known By what it has left The conception of ‘now’ Is also its death —a. duncan, 2021 Losing our minds for the short term gainShort term everythingNo king, no kingSwipe to the […]

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Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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meaningless (a surplus)

  — a surplus of insufferable somethings business cards, stubs of nicotine a dented penny, a flask of whiskey phone numbers shitfaced scribbled on cocktail napkins and folded like pornographic origami like a bra made of onyx lace placed in the sagging back pocket of some random man’s parachute pants with a faux peridot rosary […]

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i used to (c. 2016)

I published this poem in 2016, on or around the time of the presidential election. I distinctly remember wrestling with an unusually ominous feeling about the future. I composed this piece to give a voice to that raw, subconscious trepidation. It feels so eerie now, all things considered. Almost like an accidental, cosmic warning. Minus […]

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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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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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Moody Wednesday Music

** Comments accidentally turned off, sorry! fixed that **   Just me diving in and out of the trees…   If you go away then you might as well…   (Imagine making music look this easy…)   With just one glance you tear my skirt…

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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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The Faux is my Foe

I wander the wreckage aimless In my pointless annoyance I traverse, I glance, I coalesce Beneath a sky plotted meticulously In a cemetery of stars and power lines I retrace the path, I count the miles I stand before a door that I abhor Pouring my fool heart out It guards the de facto of […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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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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in which I defer

It is once bitten and twice shy  The arrival of the counter-intuitive blues It is professed in the duping delight The ire of another November It is the manic transference of Mother Nature The keeper of each season’s most tyrannical secrets It is the quiet sociopathy of snow The isolation oft confused for respite It is […]

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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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