poetry

from a couch, speak to me

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stand and deliver the sermon you were sent to serenade us with on a mountain built to rise above the pathetic-life platitudes that dribbled from hedge-fund hoes betting for a secure future full of uncertainty to those they pretend to protect

raise your voice over the echoes from the valley below full of window dressed men with barbed wire mouths hoping to take another step towards sisyphus’s demise

i’d find comfort pushing senseless stones endlessly in an effort to drive out those needing the next thing

i found a rhythm with my broom, sweeping streets littered with lost souls seeking sunrise in paper bags and garbled thoughts

who am i to declare anything

the thought alone gives weight to a world crushing Atlas, without a map we lose our way home

where will we go?

your words cease when understanding is drowned in the ocean you slipped into while realizing, no one was listening

from bed, unlike the others

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plucked, still shivering from the shock

gently observed, now dropped

slaloming through subtle air currents

resting on imitations

feet shuffling through fields filled with fear

shift the pile of clones

creating a new order, without emotion

as shades are slowly drawn on day

from the porch, the stars at night are big and bright

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put them on display like marie o’day

a traveling freak show of our forever frozen-in-fear children’s bodies captured behind glass

we’ll pay our quarter and gasp

will we find the answer?

as they continue to be riddled by bullets from the sphinx’s arms, can they enter our institutions without having to guess who is on all fours and who walks down hallways holding an end to their innocence, not lost, taken, never to be regained?

one last wrinkle from the protector of Thebes tongue, ‘he slithers on his belly after lunch’

these displays are not an anomaly

nothing to stare at stupefied

they’re genetically modified like the rest of us

a mirror in her casket would prove to be interchangeable

next to the werewolf man, just as believable

our fears

in arranged viewing areas for us to examine

school buildings charging admission for us to safely discover what keeps us up at night when our imaginations are made tangible, agreed upon breeding grounds left to their own devices

desires to smash mores established for greed, desires for their moms to fulfill their needs

and dad’s to stand up, before another one bleeds

and joins the circus

from the porch, i forgot how

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a part of it is, i don’t remember

i can’t trace the sequence of dance steps that led us to this disillusioned state staring at statues that led us to this place of deserted rhythms

the loss of a heartbeat

still life seeking solitude when up against fates knife

slit

distancing ourselves from reconciliation

worries dissipate

sorrows meditate

the taste of your breathe finding a way to my memories

it’s over now, the present straddles dawn break, and leaves wonder in its wake

this i’ll take

and forget how i got here

from bed, our last supper

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leftover chicken for dinner

i knew how much i was cooking

what i could eat

it wasn’t left over

there was no one in the seat across from me

i chased you away with worries, monsters concocted during day light dreams

nightmares

suppositions

blank stares

bacon consistency never remembered

what size of spoon you use, for cereal and ice cream

i stopped guessing and brought both

or, sometimes, i left the drawer open and said ‘in here’

you got the hint

i regretted dropping it, shattering silence with a clang, as your uncles’s gift forks fell to the floor, your final sigh closing the door, i looked around

finally

free to explore

what to listen for

when the neighbors stop arguing

from a chair, distance from disaster

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you stuck the wooden mallet down my throat and began churning out helpless emotions i stuffed deep years ago to dispel the myth that i am predetermined to your sink-disposal life they threw everything into before you ran away

i’m ok

it made me gag a little

i can taste the past

visions will never last

i bleached my eyeballs

knowing i had to keep moving

my sentences full of your pronouns

i forgot how to say her name

digesting symbols of those who came before the blame

it was them

jesus and the gang

names, like animal emotions

only for us

humans

i gurgled visions of father figure fuck over from a forged outcome past and spat hard on rocks as i kept walking

you’re behind me

motionless

the handle hangs out of your bludgeoned head

eyes resting

red

unfed

dead

from a porch, you were going to hold me accountable

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lollipop licking

contemplating your last statement while gazing out over breeze-blown tall grass, tempting the less cynical side of my spirit while sugary spit clumped in my throat, swallowing the artificial sweet side of life proved difficult

i kept sucking

i held back a cough, sure to be misinterpreted if it penetrated the atmosphere and confused the steady stream air

you don’t remember what you said?

the whisper that stripped me of everything i dreamt we had, only days earlier when i swayed in a string tied hammock we bought on vacation

you thought i was sleeping

your whispers found a way through the breeze

sentiments of regret were swept into my ears

i waited

for you to say more

instead

your hushed sigh echoed through my resting mind, changing letters in sequence and design to form your final

goodbye

so long

i opened my eyes to the sound of music song echoing playfully in my mind, easing the reality of moving on

under my cap brim shading the sun

a smile danced through my eyes

and quickly curled my lips, finally releasing

i can breathe again

from a couch, short of happiness

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elephant ears rested on trampled ground

the final sound was francis claiming he had won

dust swirl storms gathered around his boots shuffling hesitantly to meet the dead he never knew in life acting as if he understood the majestic mark indelibly placed on beating hearts whose size and race never mattered, until we ran out of sport, got sick of feeding one another to the lions, bloated, we’ve killed enough of our own

everything hunted just wants to be left alone, the piled up platitudes explaining away ignorant displays of powder packed pipes rattling off rounds into spun out desert dwellers just hoping for something sweet before they die, it’s coming to an end

oh, that’s dessert

you’ll get your ‘just’ ones

maybe two

if the feeling of every fucking insufficient bounced-check intelligence fund deficit of a human forgets to breath today

we would only be so lucky

could we

melt down their trust funds and figure a way to feed the few left over after the blue sky blew the sky to earth confusing people to death

literally

dying due to the inability to understand change

the elephants were playing possum

francis didn’t want him anyway

we all walked away

less confused

murdered by all those who observed

from a high-top table, branches bending

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i think in lyric

mine and theirs

static rhythms keeping my stare affixed on memories and people i’ll never be

unless the shot gun blast finds a way through me

i left myself open

a crack at least

hoping you’d peer in with pure curious intention and press play

i may not give you what you want

today

stick around, keep listening

grind the stump and sit down

my story reflects people and places left placid in vapid outline traces for me to dissect when lonely echo fears steer my unrhyming sentiments into desperate voices that don’t sound like mine

i borrowed your lines, at times revealing the source

it’s all of ours of course

the main-course chorus, we’re trapped on this course where vibrations were once smooth

battling remorse

i’m hoarse

sounds i listen to alone while standing in line, clear, no buds in my ears, my utterance worsen with every stimulated synapse firing a new tone

leave me

let guilty-confident musings guide my thoughts, and challenge the language of stars to find a way through these bars your judgement raised between my lips

so malleable mind wanderings can become truth

from the porch, after getting out of bed

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curious notions were satisfied when i stripped myself of your diseased perceptions creating questions asked for during midnight mumblings alone in a room made for two

i’m forced into deadline reconciliations with someone i’d walk over on my way to develop new-vision novelties

splitting open rotted wood emotions with hatchet hands

taking another step

forward

counting the splinters stuck in my socks left soaking after the slush i sloshed through in rock-kicked alleys developed a leftover meal for children clawing their way up

determined to continue counting question marks when presented facts

vomiting distractions on desk tops made for drawing, hoping you’ll stop prattling on with dotted dates and crossed out names

i know what you’re thinking

i didn’t want to be here anyway