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heb-sed

the earth set at 7:15pm in the oven of the horizon

the last of daylight dripped as oily runoff

from the hotel gutters where it seemed to congeal

and mix with the air

which swelled and grew thicker in itself, emboldened in its hot crime

by new anonymity of the dark

we found our bare necks draped

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Moving Day

I'm moving to a new apartment today. Meaning that on my birthday I will be waking up in a completely new place. As a 23 year old. Without a job. And a degree hanging precariously by threads that various counselors and registrars have been tugging at. I want to wave my cap and gown wildly to ward them off. Unfortunately, they are packed. ( Read more... )

 I returned tonight ( Read more... )

 On any given day, the tree out back has rotting fruit ( Read more... )

 white widow in a dark room
i let you chew the threads of hours
i do not care what you have made with them
and what you've caught upon their taut fiber--
the flies, they lay caught forever in my idle infinite.

 you've sucked the poetry from my vertebrae like a saxophone reed.

 I emerged from the month-long fog momentarily on Friday afternoon
allowing just enough time to take note of my surroundings
where I was
who I am
what the world was becoming
before backsliding lazily into the belching dream smoke.

 why oh why did you stop
and why is it so hard to start again
goddamn
the nights are windless
the air sails nothing
the atoms have all quit
and the ameoba kiss of life
has been uncorked from everything we breathe
it is less peace then you will ever know

*Edited for typos. Man, when did I even write this?