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  • Candid

    I love that. I want it in a Tarantino film.

  • She, Herself, and I

    A coarse flight of reds
    bedazzled her sly impression - 
    the harder they come. 
    A reliable mistress
    with a harshness worth revitalizing -
    a gambit
    worth falling for.
    
  • Collared Green

    Long swings of outrage
    to apathy,
    cries the pendulum.
    Settling low,
    windmills blinking as one. 
    The man in the high collar
    staring down burnt ends
    of a smoke trail,
    looks up and smiles,
    “Well, now.” 
    
  • Curated Gems

    Depth without complexity,
    confidence without grandiosity,
    humor without nihilism,
    yearning without apprehension. 
    
    Naturally lit, 
    unfiltered, 
    organic, 
    palatable perfection -
    no less, no more. 
  • Clad

    Give me one more
    blustery good night.
    More
    of a past,
    dead silence
    spoken from dark moon’s hollow bite. 
    Down below
    where I like it.
    Down below,
    an ill fate sealed tight.
  • Another Compromise

    Awakening on its journey,
    a smell of slight decay.
    Leaves sloughing from the canopy. 
    A zombie losing the safe promise
    of summer fruits.
    Scurry and hurry to the beat
    of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, 
    yearly routine.
    Close to where we started,
    but no less sweet to see,
    the two by two's; the families; 
    their long sleeves
  • better, then

    a cherished few return 
    

    Friend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.

    like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?

    picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.

  • Dire Straights

    I don’t need something to live for, I need something to die for.

  • Metrics

    I have lived a good life because I say I have.

  • Aequitus Non Forma

    Universal responsibility 
    without universal consequence. 
    A convenient argument 
    for those who never 
    slept without food in their stomach,
    lived without love in their past,
    and never suffered doubt for their chances
    or passion to prevail.