Jagged Mountain
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The Week Ahead
Still, the body, stillDaylight gnawing at our lone survivorPieces abound in piles of otherworldly debris.Which is earth’s, which is unknown in source?Metallic tesoros, alive, burning the storage room We modify time gaps as we perceive anxieties. Five days now seem like a round trip to the moon. 24 hours as a black pool of dubious…
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Unbecoming
I inuit you wish to live through me. I am apprentice to no mask maker, I will never hide with you nor from you. I come out to play and so should you. We may conceal ourselves in anoymity, yet we are the truest, the most genuine. Together we’ll be damned! A double life for…
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Childhood’s End
The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
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Singularity
As I lay on my bed I realize my mind is globetrotting. A big fragment of myself has been endlessly running without stop since early childhood. It has to. No one asked her to. She feels compelled to do it. The world starts weighing on her each time she slows her pace. Resting is simply…
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Don’t Beat a Dead Horse
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
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HARROWING NOSTALGIA
Fatherless, motherless sons & daughtersWhere are the unknowns to love us?I am curious about their privacies. The thickness of their masks. The pace in which they walk, the tonality of their voice, who they are when no one is watching.Are they aware of the countdown? I am no angel to sound the trumpets.I come with…
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Taboo
Pleasuring the body may result in pushing back on further planning. Sex whispers are unlike death whispers. The pain of an open wound different than thrusting. As I feel the steam on my face and have a sip of icy water, As I revel in the sight of my lover, I might just push it…
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Love Spell
I like you, loverIf I can have you not, I do not want youThe spell is brokenI become awake and consciousWhat a shame, lover, I was hoping ease would greet me into romance.I got a bit ahead of myself again, but it is okay.I enjoyed as you did and now I am praising Whitman’s poetry.…
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Rule Number One
I feel responsible for the birth of a star. I dream of defiance, aesthetic perfection, colorless, monotone, black and white. Leather bound skin on calf skin on human skin. City oriented mind articulate through dance, through the collage we are wearing. I say fix yourself with XXX before you talk to me. What’s happened to…
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Memento Mori
I saw it under a heavy branch by the river leading up to the Fjord Center in Geiranger the day I fell in love with Norway. I felt very sad seeing it there, I wanted to know what happened and whether he would be pulled from the water and given a proper burial. I wondered…
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