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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Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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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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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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Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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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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The Ebb Within

Arrested upon the breakers A flirtatious aeration in apex Devours itself in elliptical gasps An alabaster froth that wafts In infinite reincarnate Beneath the taloned feet Of molting osprey Whose umber feathers, splayed Are lost to another onslaught Asunder swells of seraphic saline A chaotic order, borderless Belonging to a meticulous, aqueous body With its […]

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я ε ǟ Ⓡ ŕ ᾰ ṉ Ꮆ ⓔ ԃ

— If I were to Siphon your brilliance With the utmost of reverence What then, my friend? Drained of your subconscious lore Primal mechanisms alchemize With composite metaphor If I were to Dismantle your humanity To odyssey your prodigy What then, my friend? Bloodletting your penchant For secret solitary Crystallize with the hive Of your ingeniousness […]

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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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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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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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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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A Poem About Oblivion

— In the throes of Stockholm I made a game of the refrain As if rebellion reclassified itself A syndrome of submission Incensed by psychosomatic absence I became a villain that felt familiar: The vindictive vixen Irresistible to sycophants Sexually serrated, inconsolable As the thorns affixed to the bristols A butterfly on fire Tiger mimic queen Drenched in […]

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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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The Vastness

(In Dedication to Edgar Allen) — A soliloquy of spiders Come subsequent to storms Before the brain can abstain Or the heart be forewarned When tenebrous ephemera adjourns A silken reticulum is formed For eight legged omens to swarm In the most forlorn corners Of sanity’s derelict attic There, in their newly established Arachnid labyrinth […]

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