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everything is interconnected.
-
on that rough patch of a slippery road
in the passenger seat i stared into the noise wall.
i knew then.
to carry this conviction in the purse
of my stomach like a leaden bullet.
there are ways to smuggle this
and make it out alive, i repeat.
she the catalyst,
empty bullet case
shifted gears and became a stranger.
you turn around and see
a wall of a slippery road.
one to zero,
limp neuron. and i believe
we all switch modes
but is it circular and are there ways back to foreground.
-
i am god i am fraud,
(as in) here is where we converge
and conversely split up.
here at self-pity our cultures briefly meet
listen i do not play chess.
i am not faking it when i say i am reaching out.
it is very clear that i am on the edge.
and nightsky synapses lock arms
the circumference of the
suspension bridge before it
explodes into magic dust evapo
rating unto noise
just admit it.
-
but not as much as you’d like to believe.
-
on that rough patch of a slippery road
in the passenger seat i stared into the noise wall.
i knew then.
to carry this conviction in the purse
of my stomach like a leaden bullet.
there are ways to smuggle this
and make it out alive, i repeat.
she the catalyst,
empty bullet case
shifted gears and became a stranger.
you turn around and see
a wall of a slippery road.
one to zero,
limp neuron. and i believe
we all switch modes
but is it circular and are there ways back to foreground.
-
i am god i am fraud,
(as in) here is where we converge
and conversely split up.
here at self-pity our cultures briefly meet
listen i do not play chess.
i am not faking it when i say i am reaching out.
it is very clear that i am on the edge.
and nightsky synapses lock arms
the circumference of the
suspension bridge before it
explodes into magic dust evapo
rating unto noise
just admit it.
-
but not as much as you’d like to believe.
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Literature
introspect
do you remember the rainy evening
when you showed me the architecture
of your heart?
columns of dead languages
and old money, ivy strangling
the crumbling stone:
quelle allure!
I had quite despaired
of ever seeing such a place, but you
forced open the wrought-iron gates
and allowed me to take over—
modernity manifest
in my hesitating touch.
I crept over the courtyards
like some brilliant, beautiful
bed of weeds.
Literature
memento
as i chain your ether
between what is surreal
and what is true
i will unravel you
like chiffon in remnants of
mother's pearl earrings and
chanel bottles of perfume
like father's aged black
leather box of dominoes and
snakes and ladders
you will hold a keepsake
of me, too
Literature
subjectification
I slept naked under the brush
of your december bluewhite erasure
knowing you were recreating earth
beneath a sheet of lithium carbonate
(taking some and taking some
to market)
I am sorry for the ghosts
left scratched into glass sculpture
for the salted moon and sugarglazed eyes
and all the little fibrous tears
muscles weary, november trembling
as a product of creation
for your exhaustion, as it extends
to every stroke and every color
for the stoking of the fire
before the coolwet winds of early winter
come and take me home
I didn't mean to leave, but you
were far too luminous to sta
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Fuck, you're good. <3