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in the dreary briar, along western fields
our eyes beheld a bright canopy
of wild stars
and all the boroughs we imagined therein
were burning in the light--
how could they not
when everything is fire, heaving
against the black backdrop of the universe
crawling up the curled, charred paper?
and some say I am the unspoken regret
of never telling you, of always telling you
but I will sit back and watch
walls fall hungry into pastel weeps
those avocado green, leaded pools
with eyes uncovered, most afraid
our eyes beheld a bright canopy
of wild stars
and all the boroughs we imagined therein
were burning in the light--
how could they not
when everything is fire, heaving
against the black backdrop of the universe
crawling up the curled, charred paper?
and some say I am the unspoken regret
of never telling you, of always telling you
but I will sit back and watch
walls fall hungry into pastel weeps
those avocado green, leaded pools
with eyes uncovered, most afraid
Literature
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
Literature
Untitled
your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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but there is somewhere with a sky untouched;
somewhere no one knows the world has ended
---
a bit messy; maybe I'll fix it later. maybe I won't.
somewhere no one knows the world has ended
---
a bit messy; maybe I'll fix it later. maybe I won't.
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