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April 18, 2018

"Your Bird" a terza rima poem. You work your tongue, the pink has drained my youth/My torment bathes in every dribbled word/Your teeth alive on lies and sweet untruth

April 2, 2018

I find a psyche/inside corridors/discordant and hollow/cited unspoken/by madmen and tailors/the lovers and thieves/ mothers and wanderers/strangers and clerks.

March 20, 2018

this mask/once a blast/now breaking apart/like a dime-store suit/seaming loose thread/can’t hold change/throw it to bed/like a washed up whore/oozing cut cleavage

March 13, 2018

I said to her "I’m an artist, I take life, squeeze it, wring it out, and throw it back," upon the harbour angel that I painted before my red rose and deep blue

February 26, 2018

It took a second act to get it halfway right. Who’d have thought by the throwing up of hands, the air would lend me wings. Deposit made on foreign soil...

February 26, 2018

as moves of thought on lumbered path/inter stardust and the/skin/karma’s tit for tenet tat/are palindromes within/horizon flares the curving sky/to forget, forge

February 24, 2018

Leaning the tense side of manic/I await/grappling for dreams of depression/praying the return of my knight/the heroic crutch/by which control is regained/A gallant...

February 23, 2018

My cerulean falling/To faded rose skies/We've painted, pulled/Tongue tip, brushed/As you sift/The heavens/Through your lips/It's you -/You are the horizon/For me, an illusion

February 21, 2018

Here is where you find him/Buried crusty under hair/Gazing out through vested eyes/Sucking into yellow teeth/Straining for the last ten years/Here is where you find him

February 21, 2018

I got a job at the Carnie, working the rides/Fifty-a-day and a safe place to hide/That's where I met her, and she moved my world/Her name was Carmelita, the ru

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