nobilities, 2019

nobilities, 2019

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I. Rune of The Unbothered There is by far no more greater convention of fashion than the halls lined with sucrose of our untimely Liberation. The Earth is for the waking and walking. The walking and waking spin. Grant them the shame on the ruff and overgrown variorum, and Busts of sneak knightdoms of no objections, and reinforcements All on the affairs of the burning warehouse; (Happiness on my path, Eh…?? AGAIN! Happiness on my path, eh…?? AGAIN! Happiness On my path… HEY!!) And the water-plants with their [Fashion of the head, happy.] Graceful flat heads, all became part of him ...Read more

Secretarybird

Secretarybird

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Secretarybird

Secretarybird

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To B.T. Natural bodies technically do not ask for forgiveness. They demand nothing but a series of replenishments. If you deny me sorrow, I will deny you joy; raise our tweaked, tawdry pennon elsewhere but between our distinctive beliefs. Partition! Take shelter, take shelter– in our grand quiet while I run my hands through the grass then through a soul. Do not disturb the foul at any cost. Perhaps my admiration shall recoil. We do not do confessions when we're hatching in the dark. Believe me, I'll sing you praises when you finally break my heart. On Areas and Ideas of Self-Preservation ...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 CC, 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 in 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," ...Read more

the abattoir of wolves

the abattoir of wolves

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The landscape of Inferno has gotten only 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

Alicell (Playground Version)

Alicell (Playground Version)

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Om… Om… Om, motherf*ckers… Om!! (Jeg vil bruke! Jeg vil bruke! Hjelp meg! Jeg vil virkelig bruke!) I can hear you not dictating to me. I can hear the alcohol and the religion, and the politics, policies, And the excess of politeness. (They are delicate, some times delirious.) Gloriosissimus dux: lying in luxury; being cursed with no money; Running from the death bed that is just a bed– Lusitania! Living and mourning. Living and mourning. There is something more powerful than all my addictions combined: My will and want to be beautiful. My quiet hand reaching for the loudly sun ...Read more

Jeremy

Jeremy

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I. You're gonna ruin that kid, aren't you? This world… This world has had enough of antiheroes; The impermanence of the handsome devil in the puffer jacket… My sweet enterprising olivine Trying on bucket hats, the full effect that is mafic in color, And automatic condescending li'l lucky tracks Blaze of the gore and found, and sound the all-a-li'l opposey in nurture, Little pics of wired hope piggybacking like the world hazied according to Monet, Daycare for the doily-like humanoids ticking amethystic and antihistamines for my selenite, But the energy is that of the salmonella sw ...Read more

Tomato Juice

Tomato Juice

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Hot is my tongue by the summer, and so are the shoulders of my lover. (Soulful, he is to me– the man not naked as the sun. Lo! See, thee interrupts the arcane. Magic Man!) I remember meeting his never-lonely fire when the world was a blur, And stayed, he did, until the dirt made sense. (Finally, finally, somebody flaming enough to stay!) I am, then, parched. Patched, I ask– Is there something around other than the mayhem? Ain't the liking grand when, with the heart, it's always escalating? My pastel-loving baby, pink, hatches me just by the way he smiles from the grotto. I pray for ...Read more

Patrescence

Patrescence

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Father, Father, I have survived the second instance of the sword. The way to my rooting is swollen, the butterflies bleed Black, like the predator surrounding Orion. Father, Father, How are you losing it so early in the morning? Hurrah! So many people have majored in double-speak. None of them exists until I need them to exist again. Bloody fair, ain't it, young destroyer?– This bloodied two-way street. Nobody, from all the bodies accounted for in and out of Earth, Is waking around with a decanter on their ruly pouch, So punch and let punch. You're going to find real soon that it ...Read more

Nicotine Forever

Nicotine Forever

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I litter the cabinets with poems that should have never seen the light of day. / The cabinets are for everybody. The cabinets are for nobody. / I could donate and refute my exploits. The slow build impedes. / The slow builds are multitudinous away from the molehill. / But nobody here is the boss to the beacon, so a toast to the missions lost! / (We have lost many things. I will be grieving nothing.) This version of Nicotine Forever is the short version. The full version will be released on a later date. (Probably during the release of All Life Is Comedy.). td.jumper_01, td.jumper_02 ...Read more

 
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