The End is Nigh

I stood among thievesAnd asked onlyThat they leave my heartFor the sake of catharsisAnd it seemed that partingWith such a vital thingWould surely be the end of meA bonafide calamity, in factIt was the only organic artifactThat had earned its keepIts meaning too steepTo bargain, forIts absence too deepTo surface, fromI’d somehow become a beeOn […]

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Dulce Periculum

— To the ghosts who float My hearts planchetteIn a game of alphabetTurned Russian rouletteTo the esteemed unseenEternally unnerving meDearest spirits, please refrainYou keep proclaiming All the wrong namesKindly find the – G O O D B Y E –Before I dieOr… Is that what you’re hoping for?Phantoms, answer meIs this the reason for the […]

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per aspera ad astra

Midnight’s contusions recedeInto the horizon’s arcane sleeveAnd one by one the constellations dwindleInto invisible ubiquitous stippleMaligned by soon-fuchsia skiesSuch a maudlin ambiance eludingThe piquant debut of dawnIs it per aspera ad astra?That larks recall their lilting songsThat pavements awakenBurnished in opaque dewAnd light drawn like armsUpon the ashen awnings, againIn this eerie transitionAs whiskeys missives […]

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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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Ode to A.

Despite the hazards His hands scatter Impetuous as egrets Austere as harrier Over and over.. Again and again… Orwellian as orioles Mad as canyon wren Roving, forebodingly Randian as ravens Uncaging the cravings Despite the hazards His hands scatter Like winged contraband Staggering as arrows Synchronized as sparrows Dividing my horizons Into transmute hemispheres A […]

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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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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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It happens

There is a certainAbstraction to attractionIts much easier to identifyIn the aftermathIt’s not unlike lightening (Or car crashes)There are broken bones And treacherous roadsThere are yearningsAnd third degree burningsBut no one truly knows When the havoc will unfoldThere are best guessesAnd high velocity weaponsThere are platitudesAnd electrocutions (At high altitudes) There are inadequate meansIn foreseeing 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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Why’d you go?

Silencio…. No hay banda…. No hay orquesta…. Tell me what you would doIf things had got so complicatedThat the lies become trueAnd the things that made usNow just tear us apartThe feeling you once hadNow rips out your heartIt’s all recordedOur fate is predeterminedThere’s no orchestra….The world keeps turningEvery day I’m learning That my lifeIs […]

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People need their poIson

Sex. Psychedelics. Astronauts.🚀💀 Aesthetic video by moi. Featuring the throbbing track ‘Chasing Highs’ by Alma. —a. duncan, 2020  🚫 I own neither the rights to the featured song nor the am I the owner or creator of the video clips themselves. These are errantly scoured from the internet that rarely have originating information. Compiled for […]

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there was/is no grid

My newest video-clip montage is an unapologetic exploration of the strange and fascinating relationship between anatomy and technology. There are so many parallels – both breathtaking and unsettling at times. Even nature is a machine. ||featured song: “Cascades” by Metric ||featured image: “Sexy Robot 8” by Hajime Sorayama Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to […]

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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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Do you even know you?

“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before? Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been?” — Lynne Tillman The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories   […]

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Within | The Art of Letting Go

A few simple, universal truths: Love and let love. Live and let live. But if it becomes. Live and let die? For love? You leave and let go. With love. Because living. Should never feel hopeless. And loving. Should never feel helpless. Because living. And loving. Should never involve. Watching someone drown. Love is both. A […]

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Contrary to Coda

— She longed for words Fearless in their love— No, not their love— Fearless in their loyalty To their meanings Modus operandi impetus Contrary to coda Regardless of apology Ciphers that take no prisoners Hindsight thrust like fists From minds to mouths Wisdom pressed like lips From the pulse to the pen The doctrine that […]

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Leave what’s wrecked more

Lyrics: I’ve been through the fire I felt embers down my spine And I’ve said “World would you please have some mercy on me? Or could you please lift the curses on me?” It said, you always did Like it the hard way since you was a kid Look at the scars on your leg, […]

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Bird of Prey

— Ode to COVID With affection for T.S. Eliot — I counted the days During humanity’s famines Until the gospels exhausted And the serenades Replayed to madness On fretless instruments With frivolous pedals Until the verity felt heavy The exponential feathered The algorithm avian And on those days— I became a bird of prey The […]

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