Category: Poetry

  • Beliefs

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    Whether a hypothesis or a prayerboth are still a wishfor something to be truethat is not yet provable Baby spider or baby humansquished or bombedthe life hangs on the threadof your unspoken beliefs Ten slides pitched tostakeholders nodding while texting a lawyerAll in all, the slaves will dig the whole deep enough until allowable levels…

  • Every time you think, you are avoiding death

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    mama was a painterand dad was a working man’s sonmy youtube therapist said I’m a good boy if I get good grades and pay the bills and see myself in mirror naked meditate until I see nothingclean every corner, room by room,until you’re onto the fat beneath the bone with the melamine foammake a habit…

  • Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory

    Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory

    Again, Spring tramples the slurry of death like a white warhorse’s blood-caked haunches pounding fertile earth cracking and spurting the green orgasm of intentional chaos into forgetting the memory of decay. Unlike where I spit the chlorine out to gasp through vapors, I see your legs through water in my eyes, but its a rusted…