Of ardency

Condemned to abeyance I lament the ever sentimental fool Reproved by my otherwise libertine sinews My hearts crown jewel Cupid’s prodigal daughter Debauchery’s unseen enemy She is crushed velvet and arid petals Mercury glass and utopian whimsy Collector of letters Patron saint In the cult of fervency She is a maudlin harlequin Pervasive in the […]

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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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Idolatry

— Idolatry materializes into visions Where the magnetic animus of language Lays upon me like a reverent lover Emphatic as Beethoven’s symphonies Our naked forms post-coital adjourned In a form of immortal beloved arabesque And there— Languishing between hypothetical existence And metaphorical ecstasy We cling to dampened sheets In a kind of sleepless contingency A […]

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? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

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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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Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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Defenseless

Lyrics: Waking up Thinking of what it is to be loved Should I know On my own, on a road What it is to be loved? You touched my skin, so warm but Time is cold and trust me I would know in my heart I’m the half of a whole And it’s making me […]

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The Hand that Feeds

If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you. That is, until you cease feeding him. (or) If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently. And just like that. Your best friend is off to the races with his new master. What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent […]

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onyx and gold

“The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.” | William Shakespeare | Of loyalty evoked in desire’s reign Counterpoint to ardor’s ebb and flow Devotion roves as ‘oft bespoke In the frenetic drone of petite, winged beings Discernible by august striations of onyx and gold Pleasured in an afternoon’s surplus of bloom Pollen acts […]

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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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To The Grave

In a overgrown field of narcoleptic poppies Sits a padlocked grave that couldn’t be picked By the most astute of smiths Cage of wrought iron Crowned in gargoyle lions Its derelict mechanisms Spiraled by ghostly butterflies Taxidermists try in vain To feign their grace These are mere Frankenstein’s of science  Garish replications of spectral flirtations What […]

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what happened to the words?

(This is a one take recording. I only had a three minute span of free time to recite,  so please forgive any mispronunciations or uncalled for pauses… Xo)   Remember when you used to be a poet? My God, those were the days You, when you still craved the words And when the words were […]

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