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I offer you
I offer you the wicked cosmology of my tongue the desiccated sun floating in the surface of my thoughts I have here for you the language of the flame for you the oval blaze of nothingness flowing like...
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the process
The axis of third world haircuts the bland greed of vodka drinkers the pale skin of the lonely heart the tomato sun of the market the prison noise of the taxi-bus the Cyrillic insistence of the...
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black wine
I have closed my eyes. In a mouthful of wine the afternoons like throngs of mice running hungry and wild down the gullet of my absent body. I taste in a nook of wine oblivion- as a room where...
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I have the world
I have the world like pulp inside my fist. The juice that drips like concentrates of dream. Wait! I refuse to describe you. World you are in my grasp, but I refuse to recite your casual contents....
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you as landscape
You, flesh and bone, gas and scars of phenomena. My hand slides down your ranges into the pockets of pleasure, the possibility of birth and gargantuan orgasm. The winding road of decisions and the...
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day #9 (from el camino)
I begin to salivate with the thought of dedicating an entire life to poetry, a voracious appetite to eat the great voids of nature and spirit; that while indigent I can still satiate mi hunger with...
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happy 30
happy thirty happy death happy where are we I have traveled inside a cave crushed inside skin dried patches of skin hands callous the incurable stink of walking over distance dark distances I...
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The horizon alights like a dormant lip.
The horizon alights like a dormant lip. The most important thing of the day was not seen but felt. Joy was not in me but around me. Like a pool of emotion, I drift from one spill to another. Joy....
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alea iacta est
yeah years teeth in sun matter piles up dry out there waking which is a breath half air half tear obedient bodies die these melodies of tragedies nothing more than an idea of awareness this...
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cosmology
I see a wall and it is a blink between two explosions I contain the thick blankness of thought as my only faith; ergo I cry and become shriveled like the dry pain that floats like a memory; I see...
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Travel: nothings and everythings
It was today that I decided to scratch the sky, to turn the leaves of the clouds, to learn the language of the tiny suns; yes today I deposit diamonds of silent voice inside the cups of galaxies; I...
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aphorisms and instructions
Painting: Hammershøi, Interior, Artificial Light 1909 The realization that nothing matters, that all is in vain, is inconsequential insofar as it changes nothing. We remain living the same lives as...
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A rose above fury toward sea
A rose above fury toward sea life holy hole I here stretch the song of earthly length to dwell in portrait and silk, bushes of fire decorate the string of minutes like quick summits expiring...
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this alone is clear
enswathe me with the leaf of another name if a violet flower quivers like ornament on the ephemeral rawness of this earth so a tiny poet cleaves like thistledown to the thin vastness of the word if it...
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a poet’s last thoughts (quod nihil scitur)
Then he’ll realize, when the last moment comes, that he never knew what life was, that he held to a truth that was only belief, that he struggled, loved and suffered in a reality that was only...
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the origin of birth
If you tell a kid that can’t remember being born, you were born of your mother, from your father’s seed you come from a line of lovers that started way back before the instrument of love when there...
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simple analogy
Life is quite explicit. Like a fly that lands unexpectedly on a piece of paper. Thought is quite intricate. Like the Rorschach blot a fly produces when smacked on a piece of paper. 21st century Poetry
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arterial aerial
Cleave to that place arterial the vessel no the aerial where fading flight merges with being and life is no longer an only particular thing but interior of great continuity of circulation density...
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