Clothes, refusing to let their bodies go
like pretty lights that catch the house
on fire.
Did you bring yourself here
on purpose?
And which answer is more
exciting?
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Maybe this is something they will leave on the coffee table and accidentally have a guest notice
then say embarrassingly oh
I’m sorry, we must be off now it
Was sure nice, sure, to have the opportunity
To escape the craziness of our work day and
catch up
with you
sure, and all of that, tootles
But no.
Come back?
a burning discomfort
thorough; in the muscles
the diaphragm and sickness
mortal life of eternal
Universal
Impossible-to-describe shit
fecund, poor, dreary
Poets and film-makers, useless!
Advice!
Trouble!
People!
Youth!
try and keep fed and satisfied
But they always seem
To lose control
and cause a
ruckus leaving somewhere
such this and that, realization
Revolutionary!
For one hour, at the most.
But suddenly, you get it.
Beer, porn, true love, etiquette, paychecks, funerals.
Nothing can stop the soul
From mirth.
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Taste what real relationship you
And the city-walk
earthling pain
have.
I put out less struggle
And receive more sensation
more excitement
quiet
patience.
The skin-mind-soul equation
Infinity's classroom dismissed
Unsolved
but working.
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Can I unbalance you
or position cloth against
damp air. Now away
drawn questions of
thermal, proper at dusk
the temperature perfecting
phones and wigs
in an orchid
fire behind us.
Extreme portions of discovery
the smell of pubic hair
lie awake with me, believe
in me while not saying
sweet things
all to and from dirt
the gym sweat is different
than this
this is what we have
the cloud of our small
experience. the wild
breath and humor
of all this
I get to share with you
I am so lucky.
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Louder
clumsy hands dropping
the other's
into the wrong form of emptiness.
The attempt to build space
in which the machinery of harvest
is swallowed by the crop and texture is replaced
by noise and anaerobic
bland
unnecessary
creaking
dead breaths like glued intimacy
eaten foul
by the daydreams
or people who think that kissing
is in the lips.
Exceedingly afraid of dust
and sweat shuddering
ashamed of your follicles
ashamed to taste or enjoy
anything sub-pretty or
however you describe yourself
to me approaching
sundown.
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regret comes with time
inevitable
cathedrals are built on shame
that's why they last
moral decline
is perhaps the only heaven
you will find before
you end
bloated eyes
a belly infiltrated
by this intoxicating set of moments
but they fade
and you don't matter, once again.
Okay.
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The task is about a million years old
And the books rotted me
And the experiences were cheap
Liquids went
down and out
There was a before and after
There was a way I walked
then, and a way I walk now
tossed about
the bones communicating.
Too busy
But the bones are necessary.
I wanted a different chemistry
I didn't get it.
The bones are not brittle
not strong.
The air smells different
but I can't say how.
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Sun out over faces
Sun out over shit.
wax-dipped cherry corpse,
red proposals of soft air
lipstick;
gin.
Clenched teeth and highly sweetened
political stationary.
Old men beating each other off under the table
while you filter their pool water
with your kidneys.
Glorified lip moving
Believe in God?
The super extra-sized earthquake-
proof shopping
cart rolling
down the hill
The ice melting; the people inside; the melting-wax-people inside. They're cold but how would they know.
Bedrooms crumbled
upward.
Piles of museum smoke.
I am in a lot of pain.
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Laptop speaker and bodies in bed
Cereal out of a box
Karaoke downstairs
Weather as a sine wave. And the words just
Gravitating elsewhere.
I left my keys near the dumpster.
Mind-brain soaked and chewed
We're still young.
Cheap shampoo
Cigarette fairytales
New socks in old shoes.
Identities at auction,
Spiffed up and shiny. belonging
to no cause, no love.
At least I know this one little thing.
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photo-lab in the umbra
completely empty hue
i filled sprained ankles with
the weight of scent
while burning all clothes
and heading north
because the wine of life got thin
i'll dissolve these images
in bile for you
friend
everything is an echo
and forgetting is like music
if you find perspective
or whatever
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unbuttoning tides then and naked
for pain real comfort abrasive lust
slamming shut to open
and then this knowledge
since it’s raining out I’ll understand
if you have wet posture
no choice but to
pull storms here
in the past I would have blamed you
in the past I was a child
don’t I know better now
I am clearer in the seven-ton rain
inside or outside, doesn’t matter
but I must not be in the rain
merely of it
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Therapist. Vomit
an amusement park
To describe to her
A dress-shoe on
A broken cellphone
Twenty cents
A train ride
Not medicine.
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Where was I in this
a moment ago guests
laughed
I also bend pages in books
and sleep like a smashed
cigarette. I want you.
Tell me what's wrong.
Because I only know what you
don't tell me and I drank
too much last night, but it's
like you were there
were you?
I think my underwear almost
came off in the pond
when I went swimming
cold first and bad music after beer
I think I earned these horns
but lobotomized them
for you were scared
I am sorry
This... what you made me think
I had to do. I have always
been afraid of being a
fraud. Except for you.
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You know how a bird can shine white
in the Arizona sun?
Then it dives onyx.
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Two sides busy moving
History now?
When my lips are closed they are kissing you.
And I guess when they are open
I am your voice one side dismantled, again.
Yes again.
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The jester entered, cringing, and the king asked
for something “tragically humorous.”
so the jester, still cringing, shouted (abruptly):
All that was bled
Burst glitter instead
And it all just got
In your eye
Thus blessed with youth
The span to fly
Alas the truth cannot
die.
Yet now it is right
When it should have been left
So we grow our worth
In theft.
Or we learn to whistle
Echoless tunes
And we change the Night
To Noon.
And the king shouted back,
“Wonderful! I will use it to win a Pulitzer.”
And that, I guess, is the story of gold.
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