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The One Time

in the cage of shadows
by the birches cast
  your red raincoat 
         wetly shines
Papers and clouds of dreams are stuck to the 
benches and the iron railings
 awasy in the fading sky, 
  I look at you
the way a child 
  sees the circus
for the first time
  

the window where we meet
         tries to steal the candy colors
of your coat 
  but it can/t
      
   You're nothing special, though
       a normal heart
filled with the ocean and
       a million golden clocks,
            amethysts and
        a harvest moon.

Just an ordinary Goddess,
    swirling, among the world
             with unmuted plumage
           when you kiss my cheek and leave
                it burns and lingers like
                      a hot shell casing
                among the smoke and noise
                        inside of me.
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FRIDAY, MARCH 16, 2018
He died one day
     For three minutes
Not days
   A machine was
Prepared,
  But not ready
        For a while it
Was winter light
     Through an oceanic window
The loud congress of
   Birds’ Shadows and
Velvet black indigo
       The surprising cast
Of their kind, amber eyes
      
    Welcome back
Sputtering and
  Cut
Where everything hurts
  And nothing
Makes sense
  He cries
Like a child
     Missing
Christmas

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Pieta

Mother hold me between
light and darkness
 against your thundering
    heart,
my ear above the deep well
 of your breast,
Will you sigh with
  me and will you cry
     for me
spread the sky for me
      to cover me
over.
    Take away the sins
         of the world,
Erase the cancer of
     experience.
Roll the hard stones and
      broken glass
 of it all in tumbling
       swells, until
 it becomes sand again
       I will disappear (thank you)
will be unraveled by your tears (blessing)
    my ashes
under the stars
   dissolved by your love.

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When I Think I'M In Love

All the whores in Frankfurt
made me sad, even
when it looked like they
were having a good time.
She said, "Don't get so drunk
     next time, baby."
and turned away
       her rear end a monument
 to the spirit of
         human beauty
in an ugly world
        she turned and looked
              at her TV set, which
became at once
          unmuted
Dallas the show, not the
          city,
 was on and
 J.R. sounds so much
         more like a
strong, dark soul iness
   dubbed in German.

  The spiral staircase
      was a mindful
MC Escher
      endless and convoluted
when i think of it
       it's
the story of my life
       a story that
ends up in vomit
      and a fistfight
         in the dark.

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In the Land

Beneath my feet
is the only land I own
and that feels as true
as the handle of a good hammer
  or my favorite pen.

Why is it, then, that
  my tongue is bitter
dust and something  does
 not thread smoothly,
  when i hear my neighbor's grief?

  This morning, I heard children
       sing "This land is your land
         this land is my land..."
  and I began to cry
           was sputtering,choking.

     My eyes were blizzard blind
         salt flooded, my breath betrayed
    my classroom whiteboard, unwilling and blank
       old glory in the corner, hanging from the wall
          making me feel alone.

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Domestic Bliss

held down by the whole

  squad, face in the dirt

being kicked in the head

     flashes of light disjointed

  comments and vomit

          making itself known, a threat

that comes to choke me

  to the very death

a feeling so thickly present when

          I'm with you

being told that you only want me

           to be happy and

that you are not happy as if

   in my experience being happy

         is a concrete thing that

 is real, listen,

        all the best i can hope for is

 to not be in the kind of pain

        that I actually deserve,

you want to go with this one

         and then another

 and use passion to stab me

       in the face

so hard not to become something

       worse than what I already

           am inside





I have swum in oceans

 have seen castles

been victorious

   i have been loved

and strongly

  admired, perhaps

  and now

discarded, ignored

  but still pitied

as though the lights

     and wine were

not real and the dull sadness

          is.

this is your gift to me,

       our broken children

 your contempt

  our squalor



what does not kill me

  won't make me stronger

  just makes me live longer

     with a face full of dirt

   and a broken tooth on

         my tongue.

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The Pleasures of Love

your doll face , your doll hands

your heart beats inside a cage

and you love him

       the others leave you 

in between boredom and 

         annoyance

his falcon eyes and 

  smooth body

      so strong and filled

  with secrets



     but i must tell you

that we are made cruel by

       this world and 

brought to it honestly

      it is in 

the middle of all the things

          that we are

and we will hurt you 

    in ways you cannot

understand

       or be ready for



he will want more and more of you

 until it burns your world



will turn from you when you 

       give him everything



 will only be with you

  when he is with you 

 until he is with another

       in a few days



         you may hear it

           a dozen times

            but believe

          it only once.

don't say I didn't warn you.