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Vicissitudes

The bleak room began to shift its weight upon me.

Throes and fears coursed through a silvered light,

shuttered and wilted, the prospect had dimmed.

From correspondence a letter of derision arrived,

it cast me in to a faulty machine, syncopated and sublime.

With heavy breaths I began the curiously difficult walk from

my comforts. Cloths began to disintegrate like the Russian

ballrooms for Alexander II. Soon the ragged apparel had some

condolences from apathy, chiming a song from Jeremiahs verses.

Hitherto untouched veins began to pour out their bargain,

for a kopeck, a shilling, a bronzed bull.

Cope and desist, reform and swallow the bold poison! Came the

cheers from an illumined crowd, mystified by the humble ambience

of perseverance. What a spectacle the stadium found in me,

not nearly the epicenter of admiration, nor the calamity of prediction.

I had a bit of luck with joy, as holiness preserved the flavor of salt,

the texture of sand, and the coagulation of serenity.

The morning shivered through my fast asleep eyes whilst coiled

around an angel of love. The burden had sank too deep in to the soil.

A confluence of disdain and paranoia resolved Prince Hope to

gather these arbitrators of diurnal decision. Disinterring the fortune

generated meant an eternal spring with only patient silence.

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Girls on film

Sometimes, I the criminal, place within my reach a sugar and spice.

There on a tablet I begin to write my own sins, and contemplate a bright hue.

How captivating the condescending truth glimmers, like the golden mineral between sea foam.

I stand for hours until a grey dawn approaches, and for fear of letting it become me I lapse into a viscous effulgence.

Abducting the seconds, and concentrating on the lashes of years,

a skull emerges in the deceit. The ivy continues to fruition, and fades,

cornering me as a converse apex.

Baring my teeth, the glare of reticence blinds me with garrote in hand, I seize the neck of a shadow condemned by the whispers of innocents.

She wears a mask, this supposed victim, and coyly relegates an angel to a noble hunts fox.

Rationalizing for a moment, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (ignoble)

clears a visage of murders, I submerge nonetheless in drowning vice.

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The huns came out of their caves

With pipe tobacco sans screens

They had a faint understanding in Europe

It was that nobody would fight them

Although only pity spared the embarking.

A fuel engine today in decline with something in

Common meant the fight was upon them.

A mass of fists in a desolate hurricane.

Fair weather has tired of combat

Only a junction before

A green sea opens its mouth and devours

The abundant seaboard.

Was it a boiling pot that sold tea

Or cold nights with pouring rain?

The humble exhaling spout of a whale

that brought sea faring, or the freightliner?

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What contingency prevents me from death

Like a viscous snake skin my eyes

Succumb to a purpose of heavens cream colored mansions

In trails ready to loose and free a war.

To the methodogy of decay,

We deny a kiss for the settings of St. Petersburg.

Where a soul finds its mixture was consistent.

Only now the masters of novels are better in

Humble closeness to poverty.

Like a coiled (myself) she approaches to contain

A sin verdant, while red bricks fade into her pulse.

A listless one whims to bespeak the ghosts

Of a priest, opening his mouth to pronounce a eulogy.

All fades into ashe there, and here a void makes

For veritable resistance to any calling from heaven.

Holy in an impassable shell, any union is a starving persistence,

That haunts the enclove with annihalation.

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My vital signs are tense and electrify the early summer air

Glimpses of a sun, and a glare of hornet embraces

The stinging resonance of March on the heaving breaths

How the fist closes

I awaken in the night to find the absence of crimson in my blood

Tumult on every illusioned petal

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rest not bubble your essence has spread itself in to the classic bastardization on the street culled by piracy,

forceful maybe she needed the big burst!

because without doubt the comatose billions are shimmering with you

a vibration that settles in copper sand lifted up on the boot 

even where the star gamma has swallowed

excuse me the gum of you has made a little stain upon the globe the adhesive current of our cool

flows

why unanimous I collosal 

have inhuman courting blame

for the precious queen flesh reaper they call her then

why sit next to such a wasteful hare

then again bubble its form perverse still resonantes 

full now of the contented stabbing are you? prehistoric acceptance

of half the courage 

she the other part concedes each holy primrose

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i was they said with my ethnicity 

there was an assumed slave 

to be uttered u pheasant for young days 

where the seeming pantheon of gear faces

lay their shame, but no less than doubt 

a strong hand 

emerged 

then slivered moments of 

cold recollection bring their tidiings lke a brine show 

the lottery continues 

like the beavers dam both

a natural exoskeleton

with a hushed absence 

from slightly corroded

chemical children

also, may i proceed to the 

second lapse cracked stones 

from fathers who like ghosts

appear amidst a conversation

albeit a (lapse) i continue blasphemous

again just some frail words like the

exhaustion of waking up open eyed

hot embers presume this has some cirrus 

vapidity 

but its a crush so theres some stains for us(w

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warm ups

if we elaborate on a constant state

believing in thin air

mistaking a barometers reading for autumns sake

seeing a child magazine with endangered species warnings

then small hand bones grasp a mothers hand while reading 

in a medical office i stare at her computer

he looks like he has a set of professional problems

the doctor I mean, but she’s still a student and has never had a paycheck

I early 2006 sleeping on the floor in Oakland

was spending my little credit card

like the endangered species warning

could this be a hearshot campfire

that could lift the chill from my bones

there were of course simple dilemmas with insurance cards sure

but they had a friend in everyone they helped

being that I was one could pay

but today like yesterday had melancholy with thinking on anything

except of course maybe transportation or fish eggs lining

a Tokyo business mans gums

not hypodermics I hadn't ever had that just a steady

corn fed bay area recreational substance party

waiting for about 20 mins they still hadn't this diagnosis

that it was thin air now, but a little shuddering wind later

then it was asleep from the faint golden sweet seconds

then they had in a year the ins and outs of unpoetic simulation

inpatient/outpatient but then released? like a wild avian on the cover

of the reading it was a clarification

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september

like a banished trace of ember from your lips

the autumnal bellowing of winds and thunder rings

clear to be more aspirated and less believed in

like a wolfs maw the spine begins to think on

mornings at 5 a.m. where the first wisps of light harvest

each attentive pupil cuckling for a moment in its near envy

of the kind hymns of a Gemini helix with time

the reception of awareness brushes of my bones

and I with open mouth greet steam engines with copper linings

of symmetry taking this market abaze

near tasks fake then cured of plain

September reigns

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This morning..

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