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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Jack Of All Trades

there is such a nonsense to us a tepid little timepiece tucked away on a tarnished chain it chandelier hangs from a breast pocket precipice reminding of vanity’s futility  of flattery and rabbit dander because technically nothing’s nonexistent and everything’s contingent on byproducts of subconscious infatuation is both inherent and absent when one desires without strings waltzes […]

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retrofit

My coronary compass remains  In a state of westerly paralysis Engraved in gregarious golden rods Faded script ‘ad perpetuam memoriam’ Such is the ineffable directional Within me It points to a sanctuary city My mecca of youthful unrest Where I laid for days in a fetal shape Consumed with the earthen taste Of malbec and kinky sex You […]

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of deserving

let it be said i was deserving of a season that gave of itself selflessly an autumn indiscriminate in its devotions loving in the shedding of its leaves gusts of vermilion ardency surrounding me temperatures bowed in worship giving frantic shape to breath amid the abiding fragrances of fresh tobacco clean linen, cardamom a season […]

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(these birds do not return)

he never answers me (completely) I hold my breath ‘til the arrival of death lovingly buried  clutching a bouquet  of foolish hopes and marigolds still, in the after I toss my loyalties like doves into the discontented sky with their endless questioning rupturing with vulnerabilities woven in velvet thread  yet these birds… …do not return  […]

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here, in dreams

in sentimental dreams I return to levitate down haight street with chrysanthemum’s in my hair where a beggar once told me “there’s no gravity in memories there’s no actual point in lucidity” so I just surrender to the skies behind my kaleidoscope eyes here, where my mind’s time machine is powered by polaroid’s flipping frantically […]

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