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think the silence when you are silent!
think by tearing, splitting the tissues down
now I am still I am
deprived of your eyes, turn down
with going by the fade skin
it is the mystery of word
was that frightening wall built
by raising from the base
...
soars high blistering
wings stitched with wax
melt
into liquid ache
her
arctic touch is the wind
the inevitable plunge to gin
induced reveries
the scorching sins
born, burnt and belied
in the hollow mind
of a-freed flight
pure sorcery is love
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I’m quite blurry. Suppose it’s Thames.
Suppose my mind diminishes in front of a naked woman
Suppose I’m running among llamas
Suppose my legs got longer wrapped around history
Suppose I found myself speaking a bleary language this morning
Suppose there are two swirls on red carpets I cannot choose which one to fall onto
Suppose I called you in the middle...
I.
Paranoia’s Infinity
Dying, I’ll not happen.
II...
The dark side of the mountains
was a color jealous of blue, I knew it as such.
Like a clumsy rock, I split the air into two
I whistled
I liken whistling to horses.
With a slice of bread whose surface gives meaning to heat
Among all kinds of smells
the breath of silence breaks the waves
at the...
It’s for this reason I slashed my face.
By placing the resonance of a letter
in the space between us and the sun.
“Laugh!” I said to rebellion’s tired face.
“I’m reconciled with this matter, now.”
You know, like drawing a sketch and then staring,
asking, is it an apple, apricot, pear?
Saying, it’s a plum! in that tone that’s...
I used to hang out at the House of Love
its signage a heart in marble, a foot
for direction. Once there,
mosaics of the seasons.
I’d sit on windowsill empty of glass, house
vacant of senators. Listening
to tour guides’ musical schpiel
telling how leading lights
of this house of love
sallied forth to front
the annual...
almost but not quite
sounds like an apt
description of all things I
went through
under and above
in and out
up and down
but mostly down
mossy stone
by the...
The pain of established estrangement
Their own enemies without love or cognition
and a black phrase chained by ruthless shellfish.
A reason for a stranger?
A reason for establishment?
A reason for an established stranger...
While reality was closer
With the effect of the first fallen word
I fell asleep, and
Then spiders kept my cave.
I waited for my slap
Accompanied by the prophets who
Do not tell a secret in their own voice
With their wise...
A little Eugene Onegin
A little rain. . .
A pistol getting wet at a duel,
The bullet of despair fired into the trees.
Long and meandering ridgeways,
“Let’s go,” says the Fountain of Bakhchisaray.
Through the foggy valleys have hied
The springs of unbridled times.
By the shadowy shores...
March—I woke up to snow in my hospital bed.
April—three days have passed without any dreaming—we met.
May—I turned twenty-four and this was enough for you to be mad.
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