Part I: Coercio
Don’t remember– Inviting you here, Swine, but here–
You are– Lusting over– Apples– But I am not Adam–
Notice my Lot– Distanced– From the Fourteenth
Trigger, the– Absent letter, the– End of my–
Shaming– Signed without– The irrelevant virtuosos–
Our ghastly immobilized adventurers!
Oo’, how costly are we? Oo’, how long ‘til we fall?
Part II: The Murder of Crows
heed not those who only have their body to offer the world
for all gets wizened, and beauty falls out by calamity of age
heed not those who pour by lure of the unmoored hands ...Read more
"I am tending to my heart," Lon said.
"Let me tend to it," he groaned and groaned.
"They come as the dance fatigued.
"Onto merry, onto sunshine, onto the that he so little have owned.
"I walked past a breakthrough in reverse– Ka-re-eu!
Turns out committedly playing vict'
Is plentiful in
Rewards."
Lon turned to the flower and the mute bird with skin like a cow.
"I have kept you within the spit of the sun, have I not?" "You have."
"I have let the rain not ravage at your legs, have I not?" "You have."
"Am I your home?" "You are part of it."
"A-ha!
Don't you dare take that away from ...Read more
i need a man who would fight for me to whichever length the lengths provide and lengths require
life progresses and spins and flies, but at what cost
you told me through phone calls and through subtext
with your brow broken, endowed with yer panic,
that we may not be able to provide
what the other needs in the long run
but fuck all the needs and fuck all the long runs
tell me now, tell me now, you without hesitation
without the sorriest pieces of gums in soles
what do i need when i've exhausted it all
get your heart broken
get it broken a lot
lock it up and out and away even
from ...Read more
i took what he humbly offered
and flushed them down the toilet.
all of them, down and down.
i didn’t care for him at all, or maybe
too much. i bet
he was nothing to me and he
was using me, too. that's fine.
but i should have gone with the
good Sweaty Hours 'stead of
not budging, bulging from these
perforated sweatless caskets, peeking, peaking.
i wonder if the clock checks on me, too,
and all that we despise about ourselves.
doth it keep notes of early ruin?
will it count down or calm back
to days i apologized to his knuckles
and the knuckles of his friends?
his mistake was ...Read more
1.
I think I forgot.
I am a writer weak without a good editor,
But let me tour you through out
My mansion of storms.
Don't get yourselves lost,
The shelves are pretty much
All sirens here.
They will eat you up here, gnaw you up,
Spit you up, and, here
Never trust what you remember.
'Member all that are lost are all that are deserving of it.
Child, are there merits to your meritocracy?
Isn't that the way we dreamt about, fixing the world?
How foolish were the sardines judged by the anglers and angels for their fins?
I have learned to make empty threats from my parents.
They are ...Read more
"could you turn down the lights?
i'm trying not to be
seen here"
no answer, there is
just me and the barkeep
and he's busy, polishing
some old bottle
but new
to the new pub
i guess he looked kind of
good, i may have had
fifty or five, but he looked
good and all
tall, and penguin-like,
busy as a man should be busy
built as a man
should be
built
the tables behind me already have
names on them already
who would reserve them this early?
i never understood how
people point at their days, say which time is for
which
i have never done that with mine
O', order? but i am
so ha ...Read more
In middle school, we learned of
Patience
We hung around, fragile as we are
Ate our lunches loud and
Quiet
Sometimes, and
Often we heard the blow
Off the chalk dust right back into chalkboards
As we deemed ourselves giants
In the making, the O'-so sillies
I hardly thought about the times when I couldn't fall asleep as a youngling
For as an adult, things weren't very
Different
We lumbered into foursomes, into tiny groups, into
Chunks
Did we do our parents justice by becoming what we are now? I wonder
And during the high days of the water,
No
And during the cold caress of the Fe ...Read more
Poetry
Language exists
not to be policed,
but to have fun with as one lives
– Life In the Infinite Foreword
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