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Literature
Someones Unlucky Numbers
The four points on the body
are the rose of the compass
which pivots and follows
the amalgam of the four elements
that is cradled in a veiled chasm
where the four evangelists confer
warmly arguing in the form of birds
the four points on the body
are the four chambers of the heart
the four limbs
are the arrows leading to each
they represent by turn
the joy of life
the awe of the divine
the moment that is wholly your own
the graciousness felt for chaos
your four joints, bracing, bending
are submission and conquest
The four points on the body
are the missing spaces of the subatomic shell
they are your wisdom teeth
long gone or painful
the four points on your body
are the ice in your veins
they are breath escaping your knuckles
a bead of sweat between haggard eyes
nervous plasma coursing free
the four points on your body
are the four corners of the world
the four points
ride straight out of Revelation
the four points of your body
are a ladybug inside your chest
they are the tendons in your
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Literature
Might Makes
Choose to be mighty:
snap the greenwood gates
let the sap run down
into your red and bloody thumb
don't stop, give pressure
let it all boil over
into clouds and shimmerings
stalwart, fight on
there is too much at stake
to be left up to fate
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Literature
Statement from Fashion
it is never enough to just get ready
you've gotta make a statement
put a splash on those bones
you'll need your hands free
you're feelings numb
the sum of extra planetary critique
from some God to their bugs
put those fishnets away
thou hasent the time to play
the ocean is a dangerous place
to wade in anyway
when you are ready then you are made
read-easy, you are an open book
you are a dash of rhinestone polish
bleak and pallid and going out of style
is what's in the mirror what's really
going out there?
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Literature
Projections for latter
there is a great path to the roof of the mouth of the river that runs the yard to the threshold of something irrevocable. when you traverse it your toes catch hold and don't let go for all the money in the world, the jig thereafter is up in the air, whatever happens might not always
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Literature
Bleached Letters
there is so much time alive between us and 'us
just too true are the artificial ways i've found
to circumvent this crux, in the end they all prove
not unreal enough
if i am to see you it will be in the sidelines
that I insist on visiting
how that mind upends all mine from mind
thereafter things tend to be left behind
its a long road to walk to be literal
which is still too figurative to figure out
but i'm dismissing the possibilities i'm missing
the truth of the fantasy is more-so
what I have been about
before the ink dries let me spill
this is less diatribe than bitter time capsule
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Literature
Banter off the Terrace
you are on this day, the knowing place
the going place, you are the pace to be
outrun. You are the satellite over Italy
making light out of what you see
The solar smirk of a rising sun
What you've gone and what you've done
are separate things, oppressive wedding rings
merry ever after, a villa free of laughter
the kissing chime of wine flutes sings
a lucky crystal hum, by ratio it seems
this prosperity is not for anyone.  
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Literature
Liminal Outreach Program
Curse this Doorway.
the authenticity of each passage
flashing, camera bulb bright in each batting eye.
Messages, focus, desperate held
each string of synapse; a necklace of nuclear pearls
enjambed; folding in on a twilight perspective
rife with ghosts, with girls, with talking formalities
motive long gone, a hollow frame lashed round
a horizontal swaying plastic abomination
Click, Click, like a gun, cracks itself open.
Salutations on a empty desolate plain
no new world here, an apocalyptic wilderness
it will take nasty years to make myself King again.
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Proud Against A Backdrop
You are a honey stain,
thumb crushed into the flat of the sky
the grooves and impress of an absence
filled to its brim with the light of all flowers.
a whole world, the stable staying ground of orientation
hands clasping tree trunks, I am a motionless plea
unto a feather light signal beacon that drifts
aloft the baying of wolves,
dismiss me for wilder voices
I have found the safest way to pray is like a poppy.
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Literature
The High Up Places
We are on our way laterally
the scenery is fixed it is many ruby blurs
ways and directions are optioned, declined
everything is passing, this is in passion
what you build up here can not be torn down
choices omitted are no longer excuses.
There is a prominent event rising
clenching fists and barring its bows
God has found countless ways to move the wind
but if there were a ladder from his tower
it fell down when babel did.
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Literature
Wire
a long dark road is strewn in hair
the nightime speaks: beware, beware!
its voice is chill and wind and shadow
your neck is pricked your heart goes hollow
what lingers on your starry path
some black and bestial aftermath
or else a web of tangled strands
that might form shapes like clutching hands
your breath is caught, you start to choke
the eerie stillness at last is broke
and in your soiled palm you spy
one long thin strand leading inside
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Literature
Agenda For Today
You are Gods now and power corrupts
therefore: your most corrupted self
what do you think of that?
Consider also, there is being human.
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Not Exactly Angry No
am I incredulous to be here,
held in the crook of the arm of this wholesale
when i could if i would, rather be dripping
from everyplace I end, overturned, top to bottom
I am finding new gaps, an aperture a longing
floor length and reflective, full body, clay cooked
want, pure and shaggy, to be handled.
broken bad luck, irresistible scours
the desert dreams get in, each sharp grain is itself
no one elses, each coywolf night is wedded
where fixtures in the skyscape get impractical
up close it is all so impartial to me
they are also uncertain of me
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Literature
If you were a boy you'd be a billy
Rent shouldn't be this hard to pay.
Someone, someway, could really use this money
((it's us, we're so needy)) [we don't really need this]
money is sick to handle, I purell my hands
every half hour at work, only so little because
I worry i'll strip my hands some kind of pristine,
the real way to mishandle a memento is
not at all.
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Literature
April II
it develops naturally, like symbol-rich conversation
the lingering Appetizers on the table between,
white cheese going lukewarm
when a word comes up, more jarring than the rest
Staccato--
we are all gathering up ourselves,
we are going home to move a table
driving to the bay area
playing computer games on a warm
spring day,
the way the trees waft the wind
the most beautiful voices in creation
eavesdropping through the wall
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Literature
All Caught Up
the way I have spent whole weeks thinking of you
reminds me of lying on the flat of my back in a pond the
bottom is thick with pennies, maybe there are ducks, there are
spigots that cause the water to babble, to itself
mostly, there are children and dog-walkers and
maybe there is a man who says the pond is for
ducks.
I can stand and I can leave and I do and the ducks
and the man are glad and the children might be disappointed
the way I drip down the sidewalk reminds me of the
calm in my heart sitting on your porch, just alone.
I will find a better, running water to wash the moss
and duck-matter from my hair.
The way I shower and then get lost listening to the
drain is like tuning out your voice on the phone, or
letting the song on my iphone end and my tape deck adapter
make small quiet, thoughtful crackles and stops,
the way the wind muses is the way my hair is growing
longer, the way you say yes is the way I say yes.
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Literature
Coup d'ete
I have turned.
Press my heels, work red ribbon at the throat
40 is a magic number I have now
52 the deck has grown, and diamonds still
the lowest suit.
Every day is hot, and any scent of fall
too high in the air a seasonal schism is here
a coup d'été is at hand
and it will not fall without some fight.
I watch bugs now, the largest dragonflies
who without summers end grow ever more literal,
hummingbird feeders proliferate, the shadows on
the ground have started leaving imprints
of an untouchable nature.
I found one giant dragonfly in a footprint
another little thing, trampled by the need for shade.
I watch the moon while I drive, it is
low and orange and conveys its vastness all
the way home. I sit on the porch, I am
looking at the sky through an oak tree like a
bird looks at me through a window.
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Bloom
I want to bloom for you.
To rise up in the soft Spring Sun,
and be the thing that
catches your love.
To have yellow petals of whimsy for you.
Beauty in the nonsensical colors found
only in the Earth.
I wish to be green and strong
so that you could see my spirit truly.
My heart already grows for you.
It sends out little blossoms,
vines spreading through my limbs
opening with love for you.
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Forget-Me-Not
Once you leave me, darling,
I'll pay you back for the love you gave
with one thousand tears on my pillow case
one hundred poems with your name
and one mask
to match yours
for the world to smile back at.
I'll throw one hundred rose petals
from the roses you gave me
into the ocean
and bid you ignore the sobs
the seashells will echo back to you.
You can beat me till I'm raw
hang my skin to dry
Pluck every last heart string
to the tune of your favorite song
And I'll take it
like the man
I saw in you.
You can turn away from me
And my heart will dry like rawhide
You can smile that half-hearted smile
And my lips
Will become cracked and dried
with the absence of yours
to greet them
After all
my body is nothing
without the life
you supplied it with.
Should it please you,
my one true love,
you can plant all the seeds you'd like
My mind is fertile
and there are too few weeds of sadness there.
And if you should ever need to use me again,
darling,
You can follow the trail of petals I'll leave
As I
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Reciprocate
Throw yourself against me
and I'll reciprocate
with all the strength I have.
I need your weight
Thirstier
than ever.
I can still feel the motion of you
In my hips
Like the ocean,
Can still feel
The valley of your skin
Under my fingertips.
I want you in every pore of me.
And when I leave tonight
Every footstep will dislodge a piece of me
That's been slowly chipped away
By the impact of you
These words will never quench my need
To be beside you
To live inside you
To be with you
Always.
This pen
no matter how dark the ink
Could never cover up
The words you've etched so deeply
In my skin
No one has ever been this voracious
Has ever been this insane
Has ever been more in love
than I am with you.
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Outrunning the Rain
Woke up in a hotel a million miles from home,
Further than a phone call from anyone I've ever known
Tied my shoes up tight and stepped into another time
With every footstep forwards, I go backwards, I feel like I'm
Running on again, it's time to outrun all the rain,
It's time to keep on moving, to outlive all the pain,
I don't want to hear your voice, I keep telling you its done,
But I'm not even certain that, I have the heart to run -
Outrun all the rain
Every day is Tuesday as I walk through another week
My mouth has swollen shut, I've forgotten how to speak
I'm sidestepping traffic, a half lived life in lieu
I'm sleeping through the day again, and now it's time to
Keep running on again, it's time to outrun the rain,
It's time to keep on moving, to outlive all the pain,
I don't want to hear your voice, I keep telling you its done,
But I'm not even certain that, I have the heart to run -
Outrun all the rain
I don't want to run no more, I don't want to have to fight,
I don't want to dr
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Treasure
My mind is where I keep
the treasures you give me.
I know you do not know you give them
but I receive them all the same.
My memories sparkle and
are brighter than metal.
I have yet to meet a precious stone
that is more dear to me than these.
I can take them out and
feel them warm me on my
coldest nights.
They are simple.
Tiny diamonds of
bantering back and forth.
Curled up on kitchen stools,
eating dinner and
brining up gold chains of conversations.
Or some are silences.
Silver strings of nights,
dotted with pearls of
work and reading.
The sapphires and garnets of
looks and faces made.
The emerald of your smile.
These gems of calming nights
prove that treasure is what you value most.
Mine is
nights becoming jewels and
conversations long sparkling chains.
I wear them on my heart.
They are my armor against
the hard tarnish of my
less than luster mind.
I should thank you.
And I hope one day,
I can give you some in return.
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The four points on the body
are the rose of the compass
which pivots and follows
the amalgam of the four elements
that is cradled in a veiled chasm
where the four evangelists confer
warmly arguing in the form of birds
the four points on the body
are the four chambers of the heart
the four limbs
are the arrows leading to each
they represent by turn
the joy of life
the awe of the divine
the moment that is wholly your own
the graciousness felt for chaos
your four joints, bracing, bending
are submission and conquest
The four points on the body
are the missing spaces of the subatomic shell
they are your wisdom teeth
long gone or painful
the four points on your body
are the ice in your veins
they are breath escaping your knuckles
a bead of sweat between haggard eyes
nervous plasma coursing free
the four points on your body
are the four corners of the world
the four points
ride straight out of Revelation
the four points of your body
are a ladybug inside your chest
they are the tendons in your right pinkie
and the fist you've made of your left
Choose to be mighty:
snap the greenwood gates
let the sap run down
into your red and bloody thumb
don't stop, give pressure
let it all boil over
into clouds and shimmerings
stalwart, fight on
there is too much at stake
to be left up to fate
it is never enough to just get ready
you've gotta make a statement
put a splash on those bones
you'll need your hands free
you're feelings numb
the sum of extra planetary critique
from some God to their bugs
put those fishnets away
thou hasent the time to play
the ocean is a dangerous place
to wade in anyway
when you are ready then you are made
read-easy, you are an open book
you are a dash of rhinestone polish
bleak and pallid and going out of style
is what's in the mirror what's really
going out there?
there is a great path to the roof of the mouth of the river that runs the yard to the threshold of something irrevocable. when you traverse it your toes catch hold and don't let go for all the money in the world, the jig thereafter is up in the air, whatever happens might not always
Projections for latter
this is a work in progress, aren't they all though? why not just post everything you've ever dabbled or left a little of yourself inside?
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there is so much time alive between us and 'us
just too true are the artificial ways i've found
to circumvent this crux, in the end they all prove
not unreal enough
if i am to see you it will be in the sidelines
that I insist on visiting
how that mind upends all mine from mind
thereafter things tend to be left behind
its a long road to walk to be literal
which is still too figurative to figure out
but i'm dismissing the possibilities i'm missing
the truth of the fantasy is more-so
what I have been about
before the ink dries let me spill
this is less diatribe than bitter time capsule
Bleached Letters
the thrill of translation always portends miscommunication 
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If you gouge a little deeper, just spread the pain around
You'll find what's in there to be found

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