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and this,
myself in winter
on my porch watching ice
falling like poetry,
so i write them:
pitter patter me up and down the sky,
i have smiled
in the weeks past, and
it’s raining black cats now—
a catharsis in each
near mute collision,
how my fingers play your skin
soundlessly.
how my fingers folded so long ago,
how you open them slowly,
how i sing you to me,
like the creamy boy on the silver screen.
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remember this
who sent the rain to
night held us in a tangle of
storm cloud covers
and how our hair and legs
tangled in the cold
how we touched noses and laughed the
smell of crushed roses
wintering us inside for days.
our means and ways
criss-crossing finger speeches
when the thermostat betrayed
our little secrets
and i knew you and your name
was Glorious and my teeth
clicked an uncertain encryption
in the middle of the room
i twirled you serendipitous
lying winter-skinned in a sudden eclipse.
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who has
some heavy schizophrenia,
ballast weight my ankles down
flowers wilting seasons early or
you nipped them while they
budded, silent and pretty, and
a hundred miles away
i close my window
to stay warm.
mostly, i believe the stars--
these days they constellate
me dreaming we consummate,
and i have prepared a feast
of words to stuff you with,
a fire pit, to warm my toes.
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with abandon.
in less than forty eight hours it will be november. meaning i will be burying myself in the interminable task of writing 50,000 words before december 1st.
i might talk about it here.
from time to time.
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chewtoy
pig ears chewed away there
on the fake woodgrain lines of
linoleum planks,
the floorboards of mind
controlled quantum leaping waves
crash in from
all directions infinitely we
wander indefinite lies are told,
see what you can see then
speak forever with peace.
eye-full atoms think
in me and my houses built
to wall the wavering photons
catchable click goes the manacles
key ringing just out of earshot.
suddenly reverend tears the
veil altar swaying saying
question everything
is older than you the cookie jar
can't reach is nothing to you haven't
created it yet, but
can you see the pig there?
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