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“In the end what can I do for you – tenderness tenderness for birds and for people for a stone you should sleep in a palm in the eye’s depths that’s your place may you be woken by no one You spoil everything you get it back to front You contract a tragedy into a pocket romance You change the high-toned flight of a thought Into sobbing and exclamations into moaning To describe is to murder because it’s your role To sit in the darkness of a cold empty hall To sit solitary where reason blithely ...

Silly of me to. To think how I think. Just out for a run. My normal run. And I only pass her house - pass it a few times - because it's on my route. A route I ran before I knew her. With slight deviations, sure, but that’s life, right? A series of decisions that always effect the course you take. But, certainly nothing to stress over. Ring the doorbell this time, maybe. Only because I've lost my phone. Hi, how are you, still can‘t find it? Silly of me not to, really. Right? What a real boy w...

Goddamn early. And goddamn this warm bed and damn the booze floating heavy in my eyes and stomach from the night before. My face, bloated and blotchy in the mirror. My head feels like a tick, full after feeding. Full of an ominous pressure. To throw one's head into the fire and wait for the *pop*. Might be a helluva' lot more entertaining than this early, early morning jog. But, I made a promise (to myself, of all people). To another new beginning. And damn those, too. But, but, just outside...

Afternoon and hazy. Two flies buzz. And my apartment, their perfect sanctuary. Maybe snuck through the window and the molding. And the Doppler Effect – that BUUUUHHzz – labels audibly the point each occupy in their respective ellipses relative to me. Close my eyes. Practice. Soon can predict where they are – where they will be – without visual cues. Musca Domestica; these, though, are plump. Hang in their flights like bumblebees. Fat thoraxes; a success. Wonder if I've contributed to a rung ...

“Oh when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they’ll say that I Am quite myself again." -A. E. Houseman So my friend says to me, "What about leasing that place downtown?" "For what?" Our normal rhythmic conversation. A two-step. Necessary dialogue only, please. Staccato and to the point. Innuendo, all in a raised eyebrow and emotion, pitch. I raise an ...