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there are gulls
by the dragnets
of a drying yard

wagging

at the tails
of a swansong
my heart

withering

between the ropes
in the sun where
I do not belong

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the sun ( Read more... )

I shall give up the world for an idea,
swallow the blackened sky and spit
out the sparrow planes
into the cloudless sea

I will build upon old Babel
with rust-bent ribs, climb
the obdurate steps to heaven
and turn my face away.

watch for his funeral passing
through the streets beneath
lampposts and lonely oaks

the swallow crashes into
glass. the earth shudders
under its weight. men resign
the beauty of breath for gold
while their machines curl
into the cold wake.

mourning, their hands
fumble with the heavy air,
yellow in their lungs.

the stillborn climax of coitus

adorns the moist air torn

like the fat hands of a doctor

fumbling with the fetus

vacuumed from the womb

of night

in the sky

a light

a dead

child

circle

circles

the earth

wasn't able to make this in time for valentines. sem has been hell. to teh butiki and my female friends, single or otherwise, and to that end the persona is female. lol ( Read more... )

Oh cookie, how thou art moist and fluffy
And sweetness unto the palate.

How shall I honor the delicate flavor
That dances upon my tongue?

Swiftly, though, how I devour thee
With an om nom nom nom.

The fading taste of thy bliss is bittersweet
And I am left to longing.

fragments of thought refract and multiply,
surging in a geyser of dizzying insight.

on the other hand..

dark thoughts hatch and twist within
the mind, straining to take wing.