But.Beat to beat.Repeat. Twinkled twilight trickles its tessitura,and it’s probably a sign, that it happened like it did,and if it’s the too late when I’ve got that want to want to want,then the i to the I’s been too long;the slide-rule’s let me down. and that gut-drop slip,that tipping point,this, this is the turn,and storms …
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Untitled #622 (2014)
and is the rondo gettin’ old,or is it that ostinato theme? ‘cause, love, I can’t get it out of my head,that echo kanon,the antiphon we know so, so well,but sung lonesome,a hip-slung arietta. but it’s got that refrain,We’ve got to run, love.But.Beat to beat.Repeat.
Untitled #618 (2014)
i is a young man looking out the window,wondering why his wrists don’t yet have spider-line scars tracking his progress,for all the, for all the words unsaid,as snow-capped mountains swell from the horizon,as hip-deep snow swallows him in the white,and he stops, for a moment,before deciding to come up. I is a man, …
Untitled #619 (2014)
Repeat.For those just joining us, I will repeat.Repeat. I can. and storms drip rivulets down car windows,tires kicking up mist in the river-swells. Swells of rage billow at the thought of you.And here we are, me writin’ about you,a grace reserved for those I’ve, or would like to fuck,or lacking that, family.You ain’t any of …
Untitled #613 (2014)
“There are certain promises…” “There are certain tastes…” “There are things I…” “I’m not going to… anymore…” there are words I can’t make myself complete,but there are certain promises I will never break,though they are only to myself. That’s hope for what I’m about to do.
Untitled #616 (2014)
I should, I should have called the bank today,but also, your hair is beautiful today,it was yesterday too,but I can tell you put a great deal of effort into it today,and that–that deserves something. I dunno.I should have called the bank today. Maybe it’s the death in the family.Maybe it’s the rage I’ve got on …
Untitled #610 (2014)
I don’t believe in god,but I believe those erect nipples are because of me.funny, because it’s cold outside,and I’ve met god in my dreams.
Untitled #611 (2014)
sometimes depression means jack shit.sometimes you just… stop.you drink and you smoke and you get high,and you, you work and you pretend it’s all good,but it’s not,and you make secret plans with yourself for when it’s over.And you tell no one. Because you don’t want people to ask how you are.You just want to be…depressed.Self-actualizing.
Untitled #612 (2014)
I don’t believe I know you,but hey,that doesn’t stop love.It should,it doesn’t.
Untitled #605 (2014)
‘where do circles begin?’ an eye for an eye for an eye.goin’ on ‘n on ’bout your missteps. been dust ‘n sweat swirlin’ down that drain,and maybe stare at the stars for a while,Poor,safe-sex-scented,Children,Afterwards she always glowed. it don’t ‘n her lips sparkled,’cause I got this jackhammer heart,I write like I write like I write, …
