Camouflage plunging deeper into my miseries i come out of myself, reading threnodies even the camouflage’s lost its colour i will watch from the sidelines until i finally drown; until the last flicker bows to the tossing, to the darkness.
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On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire’s been closed. The movement’s at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit’s writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give Our poetry a second chance. Shall we dance? I know you died before My birth; it was a quarter […]
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Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can if we want to be more of ourselves and less of others to worship love and what’s behind it I place on the […]
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DOG Manchester, Connecticut 1985 Long after the time had come for her to stop driving she was driving her daughter to the store in her brown car that had no power steering or power brakes, and at 85 pounds of skin and a little contraption of bones you’d think she’d be a push-over but nothing could be […]
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Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting in the form of slender drizzles like sick tubers. they say Mother Nature is slow to anger indeed, a […]
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Dark Dream Out came the swarms of shadow things To make their dead messages, To find their story-forms, Glinting chitin delighting, Reeding the pitches. Down went the depths, encased and ethered, Numbing us to touch the greater. Down went the coils of lit signs, And made the questions dark and known, And made the answers dark and known […]
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Delusions of Grandeur – By Chrystal Berche Stoned streets at dawn Emerald pavements undulating with restless movement the denizens and the damned all hurly-whirly mixed together a macabre dance of pleasure and pain Jaded eyes shimmer dollar bill green basking in the glow of capitalism the meaning of life measured in yields and gains Lies roll off forked tongues as […]
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Edits Don’t Exist Right Now Light shines through the tiny space between shade and wall highlighting her curve and the wrinkled sheets next to her point to the bassinet turning a whole new emotion. A joy unknown now near fully realized and permanent—something to live and die for. They’re both real, breathing quietly in the next room. The hum of […]
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The Calendar The sun coughed, scattered itself for a split second into myriad droplets – so divided, poured itself into the central chasm, flattening it to glory, clinching the final resilience of the chasm’s rocks – that reject sediment, so newly refined. Its roughage thickened the barriers against itself. In the beginning of time was its end, finally clinched to […]
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Glass Tanka cat paws the moth stays safe a fluttering Vishnu behind glass made braver by distance scrawny coyote its laughs echo breaking glass in his finger tip the glass splinter a million fires burning
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