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Poorly tailored my lips
Poorly tailored my lips Sown to language Uneasily let loose Barbarisms, condemnations Limping stories Of love and regret Into unwilling ears. What good are these threads Constantly milling around In the thick air of our importance? Art, poetry, the cultured undertones Of the ineffable rendered noxious Thanks to that wagging mouth tail Our tongue. A… Read more
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Distant Relative
I am a distant relative To my own blood. Gone the live-long days And the sing song play Of manic childhood , The innocent apostrophe To a world that is never true, Always needling the soft Tissue of a misplaced smile Or the time-failing feeling Of family’s slow-dealt disappearance. Read more
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In Praise of Normal Norma
I submit to nonchalance, Fault of the anti-poetic prose poetry Of the sapphophilic Anne Carson: A burning trouble with morale, The lilting voice now ringing in My head after spending an afternoon Eyes moored to tragedy made pretty Flower, hoeing weed-fest of dizziness. I never thought reading could actually be done With words till hers… Read more
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Campbell through Camus’ eyes
The undertaking of self: Hero’s journey by debris. Glint of shards stealing Glances as I fly Over tundra Thick with fire Trembling out of the Smoke as it leads my way. Where is it I go? A little in each direction Leads me back to The nowhere. The now sitting heavy On my shoulders Shitting… Read more
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My Gorgeous
My gorgeous Wafting hair spun Golden and aura-stained The Bodhisattva Requests an audience With your absence … …Till this love Show me the Dream of your Feathery sex and I will follow you And no other. Read more
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