Placebo

You have mistaken me For a dispensary Doling desire with sterile measure And also— The palliative prescription, therein A feminine formulation Of encapsulated adoration A synthetic genesis Of long legs and gaping lips Quiet, obedient, until needed For relief The remedy for ennui The poetic antidote For remote loneliness You would have me be Provisioned […]

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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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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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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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I think I can (I think I can)

The Question:  Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford. When do the two trains meet? My Answer:  What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet? What if both are […]

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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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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Until you’re satisfied

I will wait for you in a bayou Where I am requisite and unrestrained Auxiliary to predation A consonant with the feral ecology Bemused with the libertine prose  Of sweltering tides Of sheltering fugitives In utter defiance of purity A confessor to the preference For total annihilation Consoled by the throated sadism Of wayward osprey Captivated by […]

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flirtation in the third person

  She drinks to herself Until dazed with liquid mischief A hedonist that fiends for the libertine A voyeur of her own volition She stares into the abyss and the abyss Blows back suggestive kisses As if— It already knows She belongs to lands of agony To vermillion bridges With ledges that dare lover’s to […]

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if only

in the presence of Judas my heart’s very own saboteur I became willingly restrained with the vaguest recognition of his presence— a prisoner, convicted by my own self fulfilling prophecies the subliminal questions seemed to beg themselves “how might it be…. if I were to martyr myself? how might it feel…. if he were to […]

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le quatrième mois

in the fourth month it rains at ungodly hours, it showers pinning down the helpless flowers in the unguarded gardens from unrelenting storms it indiscreetly pours the sky’s dulcet lullabies dutifully seducing the hill sides the soil moistens to quicksand in the wasteland pleasure is measurable in inches it drenches the feathers of scattering finches […]

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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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of forbidden visions

simplicity, a white ermine visits cemeteries in disrepair concealed in wisps of speckled pelt rare and gossamer masked she’s a darling, winged little deity slackened on the velvet isolation of obsolete death here she imbibes, in strange excess among the harmlessness of moonlight from a carafe of devil’s kiss empowered in the absence of piety and […]

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such is the curse of the stars

  the furtive heat of a constellation is so sweetly misunderstood a directional gazed upon even marveled at  in her divine nakedness a fierce and beguiling force writhes in the emptiness unexplored yet somehow perfect perfect in her unattainability in her deep planetary moods her inherent mysteries in her destructive resplendence in her dangerous undertows […]

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caged tigers

there are lessons in longing for greener grasses sometimes ‘anything but’ overcomes ‘everything is’ under the guise of restless repose we will ourselves to wandering conned by curiosity and it’s coquettish curses we seek innocuous overtures  oblivious to the unavailing  pining for the poetry of tedious phantoms undressed by ungrateful temptations  we bask in the […]

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as if

tonight, i whimpered your name as if it belonged to me as if it were raining outside and we’d left an old window ajar, the kind with a splintering oak frame, chipping lead paint two panes of muted glass, gathering condensation and our two mouths, finding each other in the dark, like incomplete constellations surrendering to […]

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hard candy

he gives me his love in the form of a peppermint pressed between my moist pink flesh freshens his breath  open mouthed in the abyss  steadies my trembling thighs shoves fabric boundaries to the side salty and sweet combined playing peek-a-boo saccharine  his tongue separating, searching   for the hard candy hidden inside fingers sticky from […]

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