Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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I N V I C T U S

The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet Candied honeycomb for the battle worn Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue As a florid crown bursting with laurels Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately To the weary foreheads dew Stoic tokens, not of superiority— But of blithe […]

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Failure of Appraisal

“But mathematics is the sister, as well as the servant, of the arts and is touched by the same madness and genius.” — Marston Morse Numbers had always been the enemy My least favorite absolutes They’re non-amicable exponentials Adversarial fractions Codependent coefficients Periphery, skulking bitterly In the grand accounting of things I told myself what […]

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impossible

It’s true I’m hopeless Hopelessly infatuated With impossibilities The reason being, simply Everything else there is Or ever was Or ever will be Fucking      b o r e s       me It’s true I’m impossible Impossibly hopeful For opposition The reason being, simply Everyone else there is Or ever was Or ever will be […]

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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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a lesson in forgiveness

I forgive you, darling. I forgive you, in spite of. I forgive you, for all of it. I forgive you, for the arrogance. I forgive you, for your cowardice. I forgive you, for the emptiness. I forgive you, for your two handsome faces. I forgive you, for the ugliness behind them. I forgive you, for […]

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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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Till death do us part (Love exists)

Love is a sonnet recited over the speakers of a slaughterhouse. It does not smell the blood nor scrutinize the saw’s. It does not save us, nor can it. It distracts, temporarily. In moments of abject terror. A peripheral ode. White noise in a horror show. Played on the assembly line. To the most vulnerable […]

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