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I wouldn't count the miracles, if I were you. The numbers are so unsurprising. The numbers would so wearily betray. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses… He lies there, so beautifully– The unjust precursor to my madness. I blame everyone, everyone who is not me. I am now a different being; heavier, but still the same. Have I changed? Am I To change? Why was I, to myself, even wilfully, awfully unfriendly? Unfriendly to Incarcerations and relations with the touch-moved, whores in horse stances overdancing, The greedy red breathable plastic. Buying books qualifies as sel ...Read more

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deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

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"The world relies on the dead to move forward." ...Read more

pulsations, 2019

pulsations, 2019

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"Do not leave me if I become my bad days." ...Read more

nihility, 2019

nihility, 2019

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"I’ll trade the world for you, you little asshole…" ...Read more

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

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I. The world relies on the dead to move forward… The world chasticizes desertions and deteriorations, But then, why should I? I am here because there had been Space made for me here. I am now living where one man Had lived before. I am now breathing the air possibly breathed By another man before. Half my prayers were written by men Who prayed nothing before they learned how to share chants. Half the answers to my early tests where proven correct by them, Samely. Surely, I can offer little flowers and candles that mean Nay to them… Their prayers are little flowers still blooming. ...Read more

pulsations, 2019

pulsations, 2019

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What difference does it make, the differences in our worlds? Lean into me and how different I am to you. Do not leave me If I become my bad days. Do not stoke fire that may swallow Or not swallow my gifts, be it, if they were addressed in delay. Know that, unlike my stumbling self, my words and my gifts Are pious; know only, they, of righteousness that strikes gentle, Two fingers of yours by two fingers of mine. Two eyes of yours Made teary and squinting by two eyes of mine. You who knew of Scales balances me, even before you were born into the earth, to town And tower and gate and gu ...Read more

nihility, 2019

nihility, 2019

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"Tell me more about how you like to live. Tell me, tell me About how you like to live DANGEROUSLY." HELLO!! I am Nihility personified, and I wake to some world entranced with whatever sort of batshit Bathsheba shading this is; or if it's some, some fast-paced paste and go, so swoon and swoon into scooting, and tailing for overdone stuff and over-sexed saviors I don't know, so much build up, then nothing– a sea of nothing then cowboys and cowgirls from another world of nothingness– it's all just displaced replacement and a track that's full of guilt hightailing the nonpareil crossb ...Read more

TUNNEL⚫️VISION (índice)

TUNNEL⚫️VISION (índice)

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a.bee-er { color: #000 !important; font-weight: 600 !important; } intro: TUNNEL⚫️VISION pt 1. The Tunneling pt 2. bites of the gangland pt 3. the abattoir of wolves pt 4. Skin-side down pt 5. Franklin and The Bog Bodies pt 6. The Unassailable Skin pt 7. Pontifications And All The Uncertain Aspects of Being Young and Reckless pt 8. Pronto, Pronto pt 9. The Shedding of The Skin pt 10. Hustlers Never Die ...Read more

Skin-side down

Skin-side down

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Why should I let the shallow people get me down? Painted people with the painted finadene-ish bongos are cool! Cool, I guess. I test torrential, pipikaula papi– but see, but see, I know that I am Ethan Lesley, rethreader of lovers, Poet from the wild, the very embodiment Of mental ANARCHY!! Tell me, tell me, Do I know you? Do you know you? Just tell me, Bet, and test me to it. Tell me again About just who the seven hells are you? "Napansin ko kasi may mga tattoo ka. Alam mo naman, ang sinasabi nila sa mga taong may tattoo…" "Well, 'tang-ama… Lumaki ka sigurong repressed," I ass ...Read more

the abattoir of wolves

the abattoir of wolves

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The landscape of Inferno has only gotten more beautiful by the day. Drink! Drink for me, all you debauched souls. Non-committal and slovenly, I am always looking for something to decipher by the altar of the Great Psychosis. Pitstop Lover, I have lear'ned of your voluminous heart-kills: The unreported unverifiables of Puerto Bolivar; your ricochets of ricotta; The dendrological notes of the world's augmentors, and propellants; The banished boy from Tulsa Looking, staggering, resonating amongst the stagings of your ex's Ashkenazi hindsight; Your practice as a Jina… They are all of me ...Read more

bites of the gangland

bites of the gangland

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IT'S TIME TO RETIRE 'HEARTBREAKER' AS A COMPLIMENT. something-something-onething in Latin; something-something-then-someplace Maria; I have been hearing the latest neighbor mumbling by the wall with some new prayer; (well, at least new to me, but aged to the rest of the world)– how I missed the smell of Sue and Carlos and the incense they lit unironically every Friday; how I missed Julian playing the guitar, and Maricel banging the door everytime she cheated on the lonesome musician wannabe; how I missed Tennis, Ember, Wheels, Lori, and all the other crazies I planned on writing about; ...Read more

The Tunneling

The Tunneling

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I. The Descent to Hell is easy. It is the re-rising unscathed that requires a feat. The feet that knows no winning and neither defeat that is for now is lying. They have not known everything. They have not known nothing. Oneiroi– eaters of realities– on their tables, on their feasts, I have dined. I have inched Towards the black door. Royal, I have kept my innards focusedly suppressed with my fists Like a track-list of killing under the banished tree. (The banshee will wail for me! Royally wail!) The fusses and the sophistry are decked. (The banshee will wail for me! Bum me and you ...Read more

TUNNEL⚫️VISION

TUNNEL⚫️VISION

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The only thing that matters now is the dauntless efforts of my recalibrations. My tunnel vision Blinding me matters, to me, much. Consume me. Blind me some more. I have no other wish But to wish the retread fruits joy. The sides are darker. I dim them like everybody else Is dimmed and damned. And, now I soak my skin in some blueberry juice and moonlight. I want To be one of the best parts of my man and my momma. I want To learn to love and create until the world bleeds my name and No stratosphere is there to hold me back from exuding that Prowess and power bleeds benefit with it, maps ...Read more

Read 'Lords of Asphalt'

Read ‘Lords of Asphalt’

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In case you miss it, read my self-proclaimed tour de force, 'Lords of Asphalt', here. 🌽🕊️🎴 'Lords' is part of what will be my next poetry collection book, 'All Life Is Comedy', which will be out early 2020. ...Read more

 
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