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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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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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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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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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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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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.
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