From April, 2018

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Her juul

Stone slab upon stone slab, cool to the touch. Draft greets them, their window hanging open a tad. “Grab a coat.” Her juul   blinking silently as he begins to unspool a thick lump of Flandria Virginia. “Tin’s low.” Stone slab upon stone slab, cool   droplets of rain collect on the stool where they burn bifters during Heaven’s grey crescendo. Stone slab upon stone slab, cool   flakes of snow now pool over Vic’s car outside. The little mouth of its gecko hangs open a tad. “Grab a coat.” Her juul   crackles again, and– “Obviously,”– I ain’t no fool …

language distorted somesense

What am I? Oshashiro oil, Elvilano is Karena. For that reason, Unbound Club, do not give him a bite– Please refresh me, We, why are you here? “It is high, walking drunk. Emotions are both curses and gifts.” That makes all the difference, doesn’t it? and the piano plays anyways and the tears never fall and the body within the body is weighed down by a little green plant’s heavy haze.   “Here lies a maturing man unwound,” reads the obituary. “A fool perished, lost to the endless ways of spending the odd fortunes he believed to have found. He…

Needle Symphony

Grass blows still, and some trees speak through the gust, their chant imminent as rich, tender Memory lights sky, fading softly to dust   like mulch crushed underfoot. We entrust our happiness to its pleasant cacophony when we remember grass blows still, and some trees speak through the gust.    You might rest your head as the sun peaks just over the horizon, a cool sunlit surrender,  but Memory lights sky, fading softly to dust   as the world disrobes its cloak of moonlight. Crust forms on your eyelids melded, and the week is soon drunk into a benders. but…

unfortunately, he’s a terrible poet

“I look at her and my heart throbs, true Her lips lock me in a trance, she is the most precious thing Her calm precision fills my soul, she is the most precious thing Her lighthearted mock, I hold my head in my hands, She is the most precious thing. I will love her always, true–“   With a scratch of white noise, the needle is separated from the wax. Structure collapses inward and ughch- language is not good enough.   Turning away from lust, love. Condensation, each drop an allegory, wicked away in a delicate network of ravines. Hand,…

incantation for a daydream

Cold shower and entrust your dreams and aspirations to a thin, plastic grocery bag:   Evaporate paired chain-link shackles, black, cast iron; shackled round ankle, round wrist. Dredge dreadful anchors up, umop from nether past abyss.   Drop unto rocks below. Gaze at myriad mural of stars, tunnel vision and form fog amidst an imagination let go, you must enter a trance verging on mystical.   Take this life, this world, what curling lock of hair you have upon your head between your index and thumb. Let its aura weave dreams of speaking sums. Claim your coffee shop “parapet.”

Once

Now, I embrace you  and planets collide; worlds wash over each other like the woolen breast of my coat your silken and bare shoulder.   Once, we walked this earth like a pair of rich fools. The wind would rip at the clothes on our backs and we would brave it anyways, blinded by unsettled dust from unknown borders. With our noses red and our lips chapped, the passing hours would slip away like socked feet slip between bed sheets.   Once you pressed your ear to my beating heart I placed my hand on the small of your back. I kissed your…