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anxious before the tide
set to welcome a steamer
forging arbitrary ties
quick, sink the knots
drown them like dogs
let no one see connections or constructions
click o'the timer
arise, lighthouses
-
make no statement
thorns grow on the other side
even the apples there
covered in a thorny stubble
accordingly the castle must be taken,
violated;
the finest
selection of ice axes
but not a solution
yet
click o'the timer
there's less than eternity
left.
set to welcome a steamer
forging arbitrary ties
quick, sink the knots
drown them like dogs
let no one see connections or constructions
click o'the timer
arise, lighthouses
-
make no statement
thorns grow on the other side
even the apples there
covered in a thorny stubble
accordingly the castle must be taken,
violated;
the finest
selection of ice axes
but not a solution
yet
click o'the timer
there's less than eternity
left.
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Literature
recovery crawl
beating
is kinder
than leaving.
sometimes I wish
your last words were
movements.
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest,
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
and easy
to find.
every night I ache and
I point all over.
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck
that won’t loosen
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
I’m drunk,
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of war
Literature
Winter
I remember winter in
the old stove we huddled at,
an audience of shivering limbs
within cold walls.
There was a desperation to this closeness
that love could never inspire. It glowed
within us, a common flame
we dared not feed, and through
the night we curled in embers
and burned ourselves to sleep.
I could almost remember summer’s
cotton arms, the playfulness
of ocean waves in August. Those dreams
wished to drown us beneath memories
and wishes, but
in the moment before we awoke,
as the tide cried
for me to stay, I always
always swam to shore.
Every morning, I breathed snow-capped
mountains in the air. They were nothing
more th
Literature
The Sins of The Father
I’m the sum of all my fathers
But I won’t carry all their sins
The seed of life is precious
But blown away by gentle winds
Bad that’s happened in the past
Cannot be blamed today
For those who came before us
Have left their mark but gone away
We may inherit family features
And some traits just carry on
But we are all individuals who
Need to know that we belong
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the last line is chilling.