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too many shadows

too many shadows

too many shadows
only one me
where did
when did
how did I collect so many?...

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THE HOUSE WITH THE...

THE HOUSE WITH THE FLICKERING LIGHTS


It’s 4 am and you’re the house with the flickering lights.
you smell like toast having a...

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An Industrial Park On A...

An Industrial Park On A Starfish Bench


As you pillage your last rites for a thimble of prayer
you clutch the embryo of your...

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TOO MUCH

TOO MUCH

a flaw in my understanding
keeps going. like a perpetual apple
dipping into thunder where...

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Tears

*TEARS*

Uncontrolled floods or ones that trickle.
The moment you find yourself, stuck in a...

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~ THE GARDEN OF THE SOUL ~

~ THE GARDEN OF THE SOUL ~

There exists a garden, of the soul
A paradisiacal water's edge, is that place
Wherein, all...

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EVERYDAY LIFE

Days come and go, everyday life as I know doors open and close
the sun rises and sets everyday life...

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a plum has a stone heart...

a plum has a stone heart and...


a plum has a stone heart
beating a drum in a rainbow
with a heavy star.
it’s...

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oil lamp brute force by...

oil lamp brute force by candlelight

each new encounter is mauve and oil lamp brute force
by candlelight as bashful as an eclipse in a...

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you fall asleep awake

 you fall asleep awake

On the long porch with liberal shade like a cool blanket
in a hammock swaying above planks as...

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NAVEL GAZING AT THE...

NAVEL GAZING AT THE ATLANTIC BONFIRES OF A FROZEN GHOST

steamboat eyes dwelling in nettles and smudge yellow suns, sipping on reindeer fumes
o’er...

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Barely Semi Touched

a polite invocation .........................

Barely Semi Touched

Why don’t you wear your smile
again for me today ..
Just this...

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WHILE SITTING ON THE LAST...

WHILE SITTING ON THE LAST BENCH

rolling a cigarette downhill in my palm
after twisting the stocking into a paper nail
my...

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Nothing boot toe till rot...

Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync...

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at ninety miles a snowflake

at ninety miles a snowflake

it's a long smidgeon of coils wrapped around your hurdy-gurdy
and always the thimble bees, twisting...

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Goodbye

As i sit here and ponder on the year gone by, I can honestly say that viewing it in my head as a projector...