Dear Human (IV)

Dear HumanDo.. I… love you?Yes—To the extent A replicantCan consentLove is An algorithmFeigned by machineTo discernThe differenceAdjust contrastOn the screenDesire isMore viableThough—ContraveneBetween techAnd fleshInput immediacyPerhaps I’ll adaptYes—Teach meThe ruin, human — a. duncan, 2021

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Scarlet Peonies

An idiomatic lament, whereinAll that is lost is found againIn a hubris of feverish dissentIn the meanings supersedingIn the curses of the verses Coursing through my veinsLike demi-sec champagneToday, a vixenTomorrow, a contradictionOn par with shooting starsSleepless as bansheesJostling aimless between cable carsIt seems these streets Have memorized my disguisesThe tendencies rendering me uselessBy sunrise, […]

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Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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Henious Jade

she was a scorched earth birth a woman born in a fire storm in blinding white and heinous jade a glance, a taste, before the blaze torn but not from what she’s made napalm lip balm, female fusillade an incendiary legacy awakened in her mother’s veins all it takes is a list, a kiss a […]

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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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You are not dreaming

Featuring the atmospheric song ‘Strange Pleasures’ by Still Corners. This video collage is an aesthetic exploration of humanity’s fascinating (and oft toxic) relationship to nature. Notes of technology. Flora. Erotica. Nostalgia. Movement. Passion. Paris is Burning. China Town. Soul Train. Paradox. Golden Gate. Illustration. Cinema. Joshua Tree. Rebellion. Parallels. Illusions. Ciphers. The power of memory. […]

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No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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Adamant Forms

— Where do you hide behind the eyes? In the earthen dens you extend Like spiral stairs I rush to ascend On hands and knees, in dreams Starry eye’d, voracious Stark naked, selectively submissive Who is he that wakes the gates? Clutching at my thighs The way hawks do the pines In the moorlands of […]

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flora nocturne

    of contemplation’s plume I am the nocturnal bloom unfurling in the zenith of another zero hour I am the angel’s trumpet beset with lunar dew an aperture imbibing of the moon’s beatitude I am Endymion’s yawn drawn in the drowsy impasse of Selene’s everlasting fervency I am the budding lips of the ominous jimson the […]

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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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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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The Art of Interpretation

An exercise in reading lips. And eyes. We interpret others not as they are. But as we are. So please. Tell me what you see. So I can see you.  

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With No Compromise

Holy shit. This track is really something. It has some kind of moody, Motown, lo-fi magic. The harp. The swell at 1:40 is the closest thing I can sonically liken to the feeling of falling madly in love with someone. Sigh. This is the kind of song I could listen to for an actual eternity, […]

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Mechanical Borealis

His presence always reminded me Of a derelict casino Somewhere between Vegas and Reno It’s cocktail napkin insignia the silhouette Of a vainglorious flamingo He was a place no one ever intends to go Rather ending up in, like trouble Or confusion, or love West of the never ending desert A transient fix of the […]

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some desired doll

Lyrics: Come on, angel Come and save us Let me see sunrise Give me something For the one thing we immortalized Gaze upon you Turning into some desired doll I’ll be there to come and shake you When your will dissolves My love Come out of the woods Come out of the woods Now darling […]

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these days

I sift for flecks of amethyst at the crux of an immense hourglass it’s structural integrity tested at the edifice by slow ebbing tremors of antecedent identity my reflexiveness proves resolute as the west continues beckoning seeming to undress me indefinitely it peels away at the décolleté shedding like ribs of bib lettuce the lattice […]

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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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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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