It becomes a dream you share. The first to wake up leaves.
Tag: new poem
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Requiem
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The Sons of Laocoon
Please, good hatred, I crave your amnesty’s desire. I live without rent due anytime this month - seek me. On occasion, the one she missed; less often each day. Who taught her those things, yes, you like. Much obliged. Her sculpture, an idle thing to revere - an idea molded to life scrape by harrowing scrape. Her best image, a stampede alight, oh alright. Cherish her, I could not. Keep her, you could not. Try.
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Limón
Sometimes, if only cherries had a kiss. Sprouting endearing pestilence. Most, yes - alright - all of the time, I’d rather have lemons’ early dew.
in the soft torrential curls that
pool at the base
in that fresh morning milk
comes the caustic awakening
sonrojo en su sonrisa
the same flavor as sunriseI’d rather tener palos para construir una cabaña. I’d like you to scratch my chest, claw at the limbs, burn from the roots, and watch my fruit fall.
In collaboration with Caitlyn Salinas. My deepest gratitude and respect. -
Could Never Pretend
I am not the carbon copy, but rather the rough suffocating diamonds. In these dank caves, nothing comes through - signals upon waves upon kilojoules of pixels. Time to turn off the news.
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Little Hollywood
I’d like to die ahead of all the times I see you kill me. For the thousandth: I take you places to watch you enjoy them; set blueberries on your tongue, giving life the bright eyes with dark, polychromatic rings warm me in the morning. equals cute when what comes to mind
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woh Or: How to Kill Time Without Killing Yourself
Another mailbox with a lump in its throat. Caught on the drive there, like a virus catches on. Important letters to send; busy, busy, busy. If you can believe it. A barn so perfect it could only house endless flows of stench-free horse shit. A bit chilling to the eyes. No rush. Melancholy beneath their angelic vocal cords. Whatever it takes to Ave Maria. Dulce et decorum est mori. Really, the point, at your leisure please. He doesn’t scare her. For how eccentric, how pathetically odd he is and she’s fine with that. I’ve sung this way since paper pilots wore leather flaps over their ears. I’ve also never seen the animals. Ugh, wrong notes. You can let go now, you neurotic sack of... Incredible how well we craft illusions out of reality. You can let go. I always thought the universe was bigger. Not to sound ungrateful, but turns out someone left their plastic model next to a set of steel bells. And it hit me. How did they even get there? Like ticks on your skin. When did they cross over and start biting? They must have borrowed some poor sap’s webbing. Can't sit around on a branch all day, right? Busy, busy, busy those ticks. I'd believe it. ONLY ON A TUESDAY ONLY ON A TUESDAY WOULD THIS EVER HAPPEN. I guess Thoreau Never heard of “when in Rome.” Please, let go.
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Specimen
Please enter here. ____ __________________ | | D P | | O A | | N N | | ‘ I | | T C | um, excuse me | | ...? ! |_______________________| Yes? So I can I want, I mean stick around. Now I see hold you my little glass slide you. 'Cause you got it. going going going gone. going on. Got it on. Baggy af. everywhere Filthy casual. By the time you cut into pieces the - no - with the glass. A puzzle everywhere. Bang. Bang. 🙂 Too late. I've got the box. -
Atom Discovers Fire
Today
I discovered a new element.
It cures ailments,
makes people happy,
and
pushes past dark thoughts
to transform
this harsh, volatile world
into a generally
livable space.
Naturally,
scarcely little exists.
We fight over it,
hate over it,
and altogether bastardize
its original
splendor
for our selfish desires.
Love:
a fragile and clumsy thing. -
Dradle
A flight worth the fall not landing, so much, as crashing.
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