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Saturn Solstice e, Skyline Solace
Let the sun burn me in its rays If such light produces the most citrus of fruit And in my fruitful pain I’ll slice the pit in two As our stares become edible fruit
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memory box, oh face of another
a sinner’s face brings loneliness; and such, loneliness informs the heart. if the temperature of my self-imposed, freezing loneliness shifts ever so slightly, then I’m stuck sinning—indifferent to my principles. a simple nudge and I shatter across the floor. sex is simply a struggle with death i decompose with my lack of touch, your frame a…
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Black Winged Crow
black winged crow you smoke me home it burns i froze i stare at you—virtue undisclosed we drank the paint, taste of sweetened bone vice must let go so i burn in amber, left to recompose ✰ tear out my gut, lay out the tubes oh queen of hearts: show my suit dip me in…
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Muse
narcissus was beautiful—the very definition of it the gods spent ages on his eyes alone where nymphs would stop and stare; as they’ve never seen a mélange so blue but when your face reddens head tilted, cheveux noués you so deathly define “muse” there i know, if the gods spent ages on narcissus they spent…
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If I May
My body no longer yields to me where in shut eyes I still strain seeking to sleep not hearing a whisper hypnotized Each cavity in my skin is filled by dated cotton, threaded in sealed youth My body falls numb as its limbs sizzles, sinks into the future It’s too loud In my search for…
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Food Carts: The Great American Threat
The fire spreads across the hearts of the ones who haven’t seen—but heard. The smoke constricts the minds of those who breathe in—with no exhale. “SHAWARMA FOR STEVEN” Halal food carts, an American craze in our post 9/11 world. Steel, aluminum, gunpowI mean, rubber, and pure ingenuity. Food carts bring foreign tastes to the people…