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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People need their poIson

Sex. Psychedelics. Astronauts.🚀💀 Aesthetic video by moi. Featuring the throbbing track ‘Chasing Highs’ by Alma. —a. duncan, 2020  đŸš« 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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meaningless (a surplus)

  — a surplus of insufferable somethings business cards, stubs of nicotine a dented penny, a flask of whiskey phone numbers shitfaced scribbled on cocktail napkins and folded like pornographic origami like a bra made of onyx lace placed in the sagging back pocket of some random man’s parachute pants with a faux peridot rosary […]

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these days

I sift for flecks of amethyst at the crux of an immense hourglass it’s structural integrity tested at the edifice by slow ebbing tremors of antecedent identity my reflexiveness proves resolute as the west continues beckoning seeming to undress me indefinitely it peels away at the dĂ©colletĂ© shedding like ribs of bib lettuce the lattice […]

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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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Ode to Selene

The night is long and sorrow’s drowsy Yet sleep evades on halcyon wings The mercurial deity drifts listlessly Between seraphic embankments Of alabaster clouds Adoringly draped Across a crescent shaped raft She radiates with unalloyed solace Deluging the deserving In a chernobyl green tranquility She wavers with the same lackadaisical vertigo As apis mellifera love […]

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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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an ode to home

i was born in a manger of slanted cypress branches baptized by the bay waters my heart’s intricacies shrouded in a gnostic fog buried beside, above below an august vermilion gateway confection color victorians mise–en–scĂšne parched golden fields begging for torrential mirror the molten butterflies in my moldavite eyes a sentimental landscape blanketed in erratic collectives of coquelicot  and […]

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