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how many times have i
left myself broken in hopes
of you hearing me?
left myself broken in hopes
of you hearing me?
Literature
In Name Only
the last great novel to annex a king
we sang songs and hymns in the western twilight
. . .
intergalactic lanes
distances that break minds
here we are
a gyroscope hurtling through space
a great marble cue ball of blues, whites, and greens
but you leave that terra verandah son,
you get out there north of Saturn,
passing by the rings on your way to Neptune...
and it's as though the whole apparatus
all nine spheres is stood on end
and there you are, staring down that ancient well
staring down at the Spanish moss couture of Louisiana live oaks
staring down at West Texas oil rigs
staring down at Kilimanjaro, Erebus, and Wrangell-St. E
Literature
This Side of the Clouds
there is soil
that will never produce flowers,
rain that chokes
more than it quenches,
and some stones, unsatisfied
with being near-impenetrable,
still opt to wage
slow crystallized war
beating back the plague of man
for we are willful, but empty,
a collected misdirection
that lost so much more
than just its way,
our mineral eyes may be diamonds
but the setting is loose
and their cut has no character
merely fluid, taking the shape
of situation and its spoils
we're dead as an uncelebrated christ
dead like old grain in the silo
vermin crawled, rot riddled
awaiting a further processing
we must so richly deserve,
and a lick of salt and bite of
Literature
The Storm
Bending breaking bloodied baking
in an oven's sickness spreading,
Smeared across a white pure sky,
Teardrop one ink spot and
ripple...
ripple...
ripple...
out until I die
Trapped
in this oven built by life's unfairs,
Permanent colors smudge my retinas fused with welding flares,
Blindly stumbling crumbling through this oven's savage thundering,
A rotten throbbing gasping storm is brewing-is coming
The air no more, the sky though
It swore
I swear it swore, it would never be put out anymore,
Now blazing tempests roam, the oven swallows the sky I used to know,
I beg it, beg it, beg it: show me the sky once more, once more...
once more
I
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Very nice.