Tag: poetry

• The Big Wound

  You’re giving to a thing that only takes.

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• Socks Moon Stars Shoes

  wake up socks moon stars

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• Heavy Weather

  The comfort-seeker, or a cord walker, but always the balancer of things…

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• Deliver to: Janessa Doe

  Dear Janessa,

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• Bumps

  A big fat bump, one way or another.

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• Something City

  Just a lot of no one everywhere.

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• Beggar Boy

  You’re begging, and I won’t see.

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• AWAKE IN BLACKNESS

  What is truly nothing? Black is seeing into eyes closed  Black is black Black is not nothingness Nothing cannot hold the visible light that a mind depends  Nothing is nothing but peace  Peace is to be free of disturbance and contact Nonexistence was peace Now I am awake in blackness It is in blackness that…

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• Protected: Absolutely Nothing Whatsoever

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• Some Kind of Death

  As the hours stretch into a neverending gray blur, like a sleeping city’s nightscapes watched from a speeding machine, will you confess that your sober days wink but a shade of a lady’s palette?

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