You

•✖️• You Must realize By now These words Are written for You In fact You Do, don’t You? My clever Little Never Observant Little curse I see You Too, I see You Seeing me You Are he Who supersedes My alchemy You Are he Who foregoes In favor of woe You Are he Tasting My […]

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The dangers of strangers

How blithely she writes What remains to be seenTransposing the unknownsOnto aquamarine scenesIn trances (of stolen glances) Pinned wrists and stifled moansHow idly she inscribesHer coronary catacombsHow plainly she arrangesThese strangers into proseBranding the stanzasIn aching narrationsHow madly she fansThe flames of creationLike wet dreamsWith daisy chains From the hazeOf a memoryThat she’s only been […]

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Heart of the night

Take my breath for the hundredth time Nothing left but I’m doing fine Heart of the night Aesthetic video inspired by my darling friend’s solo music project: Tj Maxxx. Heavy on the synth and drenched in smoldering vocals. It’s a definite recommend for sultry feels and future-nostalgia. 🫀 I own neither the rights to the […]

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r e c o g n i z a n c e

You see— It’s not really me, he’s wanting It’s the arrows of the marrow In the imbue of the sinews It’s the retrieval of the tremble In the drizzle of the symbols It’s the hazardous bliss In that strangers kiss It’s in the want for renaissance In the flesh that’s flaunted And I am pleased […]

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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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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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How to Train a Tiger

His predilections pronounce themselves With a Parisian accent Incongruent with his street urchin origins As he climbs fences and forages For wild cards and weak chinned women These are the sort of whores that belong On sale at the dollar store Real dubious, dime-a-dozen denizens The just what you’d expect When expectations are circumspect Backwash […]

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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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In the Residual

When is satisfaction anything more than an abstraction? When the hands beneath the sheets tease to completion? When milky secretions cling to the corners of unclasped lips? When the bliss felt in a kiss precedes the venom in the after? When the grandeur of a fantasy grows increasingly bleak? When the risqué existence is no […]

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Lucidity

— I tire of the poetic infatuation With candlelight The laureates penning elegies To the “evocative beauty” Of these minor chords in waxen form The flattery of provisional antimatter Asking me to bask In their bare minimum lambency In the pretension inherent Their flaxen glow Inducing of nausea and vertigo The ire of that subtle illumination Undulating […]

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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 Audacity of Shells

(Poet’s note: Comments were accidentally turned off on this piece. Apologies! It’s fixed!) — Blessed are the incidental and capricious Artless in their embryonic buoyancy Contrarian cocoons in their disparaging drifts Antagonists of the tide Vying for vespertine dreams Dead to rights, in menial defiance Of the complex and autonomous centrifugal Antithetical to the anchors […]

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So Many Obstacles

  I had a dream. And you were there bare as ever. Exactly as I cherish you. And I do, very much, cherish you. Stark, hardened, bewildering in your physicality. So handsome that it often intimidates me. No one intimidates me. But you do. So much so that my strategy has changed. You have single-handedly […]

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Wayfaring Patriot

O liberty, come to me As delphic as alchemy Perilous as harlequin’s grin Prodigal as Apollo’s sun A wayfaring patriot effectuate to none A wraith adorned in valor’s thorns As steeds flourish in victory’s wreath Phantom, sweet phantom Pain me, again and again Let me drink of thee If not for finality Let thy venom […]

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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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Operation EDEN

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual […]

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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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Delta of Venus and the Eternal Nothingness

    Do tell me, Anaïs— Does love’s indiscreet hungering ever wane? Will lust’s obscene loitering ever cease? Should it feel as anything less Than siphoned lightening? How does one appease the devils who dance In the rafters of recanted memories? Do beds have ghosts? Do eyes have ciphers? Do hearts have cards? Do tell […]

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| Whiskey Lullaby |

In an era of little more than mayhem Of rattlesnake bites and violent delights Of war cries and whiskey lullabies A duo stood prepared to duel Betwixt the gritty milieu Of makeshift tombstones Rotted driftwood crosses strewn Among precarious blooms of kingcup High noon rays unabashedly splayed Across the Mojave cliff sides Shadows loom like […]

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