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I woke up yesterday as fluorescent lights, a cancerous voice stuck in null—the dull tone of a needle that digs around the skin. I woke up with your breath still wringing my lungs tangled within my own bones, everything still in its proper place. I woke up still hanging from the moon, a star left winking at me—maybe it was you I was no longer crying, observing only the weight of my own ribs, the looseness of everything all held up by wires and string. I have not heard your vo...
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Slash // slash and in some small place above dirt we crash, we smash but no hit is lower than the bridge of your nose touching kindled skin and fire and breath but here, how fiery and how loud each touch can seem when you // you sing more deeply run so steeply towards the sun.
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I've known mountains, mountains: I've seen the mountains higher than gods eyes can see Thicker than the bone of god himself in heaven My mind his risen along with these mountains. I have slept in these caves deeper than light can penetrate I have warmed my skin near the fires of the night, on these mountain tops. I rose past the last tree to stand, and fell no further than that; I heard each voice of nature, as it called my name went to the bottom and saw its golden feet stretch miles p...
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I walked down the sad paranoid streets aching coolly in my mind, wandering with no aim to the city’s inner streets, thinking of all of my Americas and their yesteryears, thinking of my blue strife, and it’s white hands reaching out sadly towards me We sat like this on broken wooden benches, my friends, we sat together like this, thinking out loud together though most of it made little sense And in us, in the river beneath our broken feet, did we fly We couldn’t unders...
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O! You white-toothed children And children of strange teeth, how it Is a wonder to sit and chill in the freeze of This great angel’s breath, and watch As all old women sit quietly and nurse you from Their tired, weary breasts And O, children, my children, from my own Lilting womb, it is not I but them! These women of hard fingers and sharpened Eyes, it is they who watch to capture You and the youth and all you possess, And you ask me, my children How far to the next blanketed interior...
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* Heinrich Karl nurses bottles— amber bottles, green and clear—from the back doors of a strangely lit avenue; * the annex fills: gloved hands bring carnations, roses and they bundle their heads * a cat is dragged by the fur of its neck, drowned in some backyard plastic pool, and the boy leaves with it to speak with the chef at Hong Kong Buffet: 10 dollars a cat * a whore lit in green rainbow light likes to imagine she is already losing to death in her game of chess; wishes ...
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spring sun sky sky sky sky sun, some stopped sun stopped, started, laugh. laughed laughed laughed laughed laughed. Sun laughing laughed laughed sun started, looked she said, “starting sun,” smiling something looked, saw sun she looked, she said sleep. looked, see sun, saw snow. started, said some sun started started sun, started laughing laughed laughed laughing sun smiling smiling smiling smiling saw sun school sun she said, “she sun, sun show some, share” sky so see...
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I’ve seen death twice, their last gargled breaths, His bluish mangled tongue, her fluttering paper chest. I’ve seen death cry and laugh Running wild with tangled hair. I’ve seen hair turn grey and eyes go dull I’ve seen forgetfulness and emotion under arrest. Criminals, they remain cold like silence, Like great mountains under water. I walk down the street, I notice only my toes Sometimes the people who pass me I glare at them, because they are guilty Of being in...
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I woke up yesterday as a fluorescent light, or perhaps as a cancerous voice. I woke up stuck in null—the dull tone of a needle that digs around the skin. I woke up with your breath still saturating my lungs, the stench of it a taste in the back of my mouth, like every apology from you I’ve ever forgiven to make myself the first one to live through the word of sin. I woke up yesterday tangled within my own bones, everything still in its proper place. I woke up with my legs still ha...
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