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 actual madness of attraction It’s in the paradoxical patterns It’s in the prime meridian It’s in the sanzen of the similes It’s in the analog of the latency It’s in the language of static The parallel of passion is when The amount I loved you, then Is equivalent To the amount I loathe you, now (and my God, how I loved you) There is no […]

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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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| 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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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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never ply paradox

never mistake a siren for a lullaby so say I by and by never be late to your own ego’s funeral nor hesitate to bend the knee before a Queen turned on by bloodshed off     with     his    head so say I by and by never ply paradox he who counts […]

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Hymn of the Flowers

She sings to the beebalm A hymn that rightfully upends The heathens in the heliotrope She bends the milk thistle with song A migratory melody that subdues The naysayers in the nightshade With lyrical alchemy An adagio of psalms She calms the devils in the delphinium A refrain that reconciles the roses With the tyranny […]

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Let Them Have It

And if the bleak are to inherit the earth? Then I say, friends, Let them have it For they shall be in fine company Among the filth and degradation Reeking of havoc The flawed machinations Of the emotionally inept Let them have it Let them have their vapid domain Of trauma and dichotomy For this […]

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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis? Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung Had he a bow, as Apollo? Strung taut, thread of goldenrod Emblazoned with fate’s interferences Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel Had he an arrow, as Eros? Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse Molten […]

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treason was the reason

aortic, air raid wailing uranium veined girl inherently atomic zero to infinity benign to nuclear in love, in bed she daydreams in dispersion calculations as the ire’s of unnatural neutrality force her index into hovering over ‘the button’ infatuated with fallout ambient dose equivalent moment’s notice unafraid to detonate a reactive little rebel nihilistic when […]

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requiem to weaponry

territorial is the empress possessive is cupid’s kiss a lone crusader, clandestine tending to collections of passions, of poisons fanatical in lieu of pragmatism her body’s glorious armies nestle in the temporary repose  of her heart’s fox holes fragilities en obscura  beneath shiny clefts of chain mail capricious is the countess reticent as the residue […]

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death to pride

inner monologue’s evolving from serenity to sociopathy as much an infinity symbol as we are a blinking exit sign he says I “refuse to compromise” (and for once he’s not wrong) a wise woman waits but never prays for a consolation prize eventually negotiations nullify he cries “live and let live” I say “live and let […]

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revolver

take her apart… piece by piece dissect her (delicately) count her bullets learn the complicated mechanisms inside her find the trigger and leave fingerprints on   e v e r y t h i n g recognize the danger memorize every click of her capable cylinders oil the machinery fall asleep to the heat in […]

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v a l k y r i e

  he imagines me a valkyrie and lo, behold set thine adoring eyes on your divine be not beguiled by my empty Cheshire smile in his mind’s temples depicted victorious on sun kissed panes of wörsel stained glass fiercely cherubic his holy ghost some kind of beautiful banshee a sinner princess perched on a pedestal designed for […]

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thrive on the conflict

love me like an enemy meet me at the front lines a fight to the death over the filthy territory of our shared fantasies tongues locked like swords the taste of saber and sex metallic scintilla and honey cum the frenzied sounds of combat we moan when wounded my curves the artillery feel the kick back when […]

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Si vis pacem, para bellum

“Si vis pacem, para bellum.” (Translation: If you want peace, prepare for war.) beautiful little bayonet tactical tachycardia takes no prisoner’s mouth’s a mercenary body’s ballistic furious femininity at the front lines god speed gorgeous  all’s fair in love and war and I intend to win — a.duncan

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