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Tag Archives: Desire
Sunday
We are technology I remember the world The life it whispered Whispers and curtains Man upon man Man upon woman And all the little birds Soft feather and itching tail Man the non-programmed beast Tailored to want Knotted to fail … Continue reading
Autumns winter
I’ve been on the streets Seeking my own quiet gains Kicking alley lamps Looking for lonely navels Sunshine cutting only through the geometric cracks “Tolerable” taking on new standards Shit and grime and shelter Dedicated to the most secretive of … Continue reading
The pornographic postscript
The forgiveness not yet in her eyes His own well up As the sounds of geese overheard Seek destination Tumours and potatoes fill the lot This house, barely a carriage Holding another story to the land Through the door victims … Continue reading
Silent alarm
A morn These limbs knotted The same as before Silent as music, old Solid bodies fragrant While, despite the hour The oceans wind Plays the piccolo, cold Paralyzed minutes replay in dream Her voice crossing my breath Victims make us … Continue reading
Quietly, Gently
The carpet sweeps beneath her feet With static tugging silk in every direction Hands small They work it across his back Toes curled Blind of all the fallen glass Supernovas made mediocre Sure, stars are dying But they are glowing … Continue reading
This room
It took me thirty seconds to find myself here Within these walls Reproduced from the walls that sheltered our love Frame for frame I’m back in time To television, photography and longings for an ocean Elsewhere Time itself is nothing … Continue reading
By experience I do love
I invade your every corner With my light Deep into where doctors haven’t been Footsteps approach To our door closed Secrets invented the curtain Inspired by waterfalls Tears taking direction Where onlookers seek beauty You touch my thigh With love … Continue reading
Nostalgia tomorrow
I’ve disappeared into your light Silhouetted from within your full body pajamas Cozy as moonlight Upon sturdy bark What has been taken From your hand Your eyes Your accommodating heart Smiling at me with rabbit ears I cannot help but … Continue reading
Slim through the hand of grace
The halo allows me to find you Through the crowded riot Your ancestry falling upon mine And it was love Spreading oceans with hefty wave That fed these trees Into a green rainforest half white The city’s horizon always shines … Continue reading
Chain-link bruises
I’m not ready to lose the sky Rain and burdened atmosphere The sun burning yellow on the horizons As they had decades before When my hands were less full Sometimes she tells me She cannot remember to smile When a … Continue reading