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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The Process x River People
Settling my hand on a bur oak’s bare chest. Flailing distantly for the giving reach and feeling encouragement from limestone crevices beneath - I leap. Hints of living where fish swarm in silver darts for lunch and never hunger. She holds enough. They have two children in thick, wool hats. A transparent bond below a howling dog’s wounded voice caroling softly across the bristling stones.
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 sunrise
I’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.
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.
Siren
Listening to your voice, I wonder how many beautiful poems I’ve hated listening in mine.
Vinyl
These Mutts are Near
No dogs on the bridge. No bikes either, for that matter. But definitely no dogs without leashes. That’s how they get you: you say, dogs without leashes, we can cross that bridge when we get there. All of a sudden, you can’t cross with the dog, so, you ditch the leash and boom, you’ve violated the sacred oath. No dogs without leashes.
Preposterous Ponderings: iii.
Certainty:
A crutch we use
to reassure ourselves
everything is okay.
But it already was,
because things are
and thus, already
as they should be.