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Burrows Unchecked
It's barely audible when speech first slips. Snakes whisper. Eyes, bulging, cut for a sign of approval. Poison's potency grows stronger with each intermingled droplet. Generationally viral syllables snag another piece of decency. In quiet corners of the country, they're huddled around each other, venom dripping, though fangs retracted. Serpents hiss to one another and teach their young similar sounds. Forked tongues slip from unexpected places when whispers become rallying hisses. Poisoned bodies pile once every hidden reptile sees reason to show his scales.
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pins through my temples the temple of dogs a god is an all-seeing, wonderful wall pines in the roadway the splintering fork tore through thick curtains denied them all warmth push through the ether to snatch the obscure a rippling skin all beneath is impure pull back the gums and bare every tooth each breath now a bat knock all of them loose
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Getwell Exit
If I were a betting man, I'm sure I'd be homeless. I'm an addict, and I fixate on feeling my endorphins dance. I'd win one and maybe another before I chased that ghost into the grave. I know that, being cut from that cloth, my obsessions need to be healthy at least until the healthiest of them becomes a detriment. In that case, I guess they're never really healthy, just excuses my brain makes for its mistakes. I saw a man sitting at the southbound Getwell exit the other day holding a sign that said, "Homeless and desperate. Anything helps. I'm not cut out for this world." Maybe he's right, and my misshapen outline will never align. M
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Release Relief
I shook off digital restraints, and it felt like the elephant stood up. It was instantly apparent that I'd cupped my hands beside my eyes and regretfully forgotten what I'd tattooed on my leg. For good measure, I lifted the leg of my jeans to ensure the inkwell was still full and pinched hard right on the words. The pain quickly dissipated, and I laughed aloud at my ridiculous and painfully literal manifestation. Now, I'm basking in that warm familiarity, that freedom I've neglected to enjoy while the quill was soaked and waiting.
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On the Nature of Consciousness
Reality is perceived through your eye only, being part of a complex machine that has created pulses and ripples through an organic network. Conductors of electrical current, instead of painful injury cause branches like roots to reach further into a world being newly discovered every moment. And, like roots seek nutrients, the mechanical self seeks re-connection with every single thing whose marriage created its composition, whose knowledge encompasses existence.
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Fear the Protector
In younger years, my rage was general. Its spines pointed in varied directions and darted like colliding rocks through space. Today, I learned that it changed. Its points sharpened. Its aerodynamics, in time, were smoothed and honed. It speeds towards any force that works against her. Beware, any imagined good that turns cold against her warmth; for in an instant, I can will the spiny rage into a speeding, pinpointed collision. Beware, for in an instant, I am every devil that's ever lived.
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Pressed Down
I know I can swim, but once the wave hits my face I forget and start splashing spasmodically, gulping water in uncontrolled breaths. Sinking, flailing, and sputtering, my brain tells my body, "Cup your hands. Bicycle kicks. Synchronous downward arm strokes." The panic is everything, and my limbs miscommunicate. I am a malfunctioning mess, with water where air should be, chaos in place of calm. In that turmoil, something always reconnects. Moments before drowning, I resurface and inhale, sucking in air like a newly exhumed chasm. The terror slowly subsides because I know I can swim. I paddle, exhausted, back to safety and rest until t
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collider familiar tink sounds or thud timber in hollow space where we place void firings freed create noise an echo chamber of embers crackling, "forget. remember."
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Plainclothes Prophets
I write your name, a mark on the proverbial chalkboard, a self-imposed discipline or a natural selection, reaction; a line of chalk erased away in a cloud of carcinogenic smoke or frantic, a fever malaise hurriedly smeared in passing cross the sidewalk to the blacktop; erasure susurrus, I argue with the space between everything you owe and the conjoined twin cars holding hands on the beltway. A response to see or not to see, and that was never the question; knowing isn’t half the battle, that's plainclothes prophet speak reciting the parable of the prodigal son or an asshole. A burst of light idealizing Chernobyl, a nuclear holocaust, f
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An Expression Of Grace
Bury yourself in the wobble Of my hips, honey, smother yourself In my thighs. It's desire's got you panting Like the hot afternoon and I'm just the moon To bring you down. Take off your crown. It's just us here now. Bury yourself In my sighs.                    And when the river opens                    Take your boat down to the coast                    And be my most, my many. Be a penny                    Sailing down from the Empire State Building                    To its happy destination. Be a sensation,                    not a thought. A taut wave in space.                    The boat nudges into the sea-- And the mo
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Red Light
The opposite of sleep is disrespect. The light is yellow; you ran it. If you're early, you're on time, if you're on time, you're late. If you're late, please break glass in case of emergency. Work starts at 9 am, which means you need to wake at 8:30 to have time to shower, 8 to make breakfast, 7:30 to wash dishes. 7 for good luck, 6 for the max amount of sleep you can get tonight. In a darkroom, people are left alone for hours. The light is red for a reason. Photographs are developing. You should be, too.
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Cleaning
Focusing on the big picture is not one of my strengths, at least not at first. Everything is covered in dust. Dusting can't be done until surfaces are cleared. Surfaces can't be cleared until things get put away. Things can't get put away until older things are thrown out. Et cetera. Until there is a floor, there is no floor. With no floor, there is no room. No room means no guests. Et cetera. The first step to cleaning is accepting that the first step will almost always feel like the wrong step. The room will get more dirty before it gets clean, life will get more complicated before things get simple, the world will go on spinning even w
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Wonder
When the parade arrives he is entranced, a child, fearless, with light shining in his eyes. At first, I am skeptical—embarrassed at the offbeat clapping, uneven dancing—but rhythm aside, his wonder comes alive, a smile bright after being buried under pursed lips for far too long a time. Hardly fearless, I dance too, starting uneven until I wonder why I worried to the point of wandering from happiness.
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Everyone Talks
In office meetings where everyone talks, the walks of life display most sharply: they're delighted to hear what you have to say, just wait until after they speak their line, voices wine-dripping, rich, questionably refined. Speak your mind with patience; your presentation's first, after theirs. There's a hair's breadth between fervent and furious, none afraid to approach it, but most not curious enough to cross it until the clock strikes their time to shine, their goals in line: "I, me, mine."
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My Advice to the Carver (V.1)
Made face with the carver today. Carpenters and sculptors sat by and watched as I manipulated and he mutilated. It was our masterpiece. Our b-b-broken fragments were fantastic. The altogether wonderfully empty expression and beautiful, bold, bleak blankness were a picturesque reality. Fuck perfection, I had thought. Fuck this polished window that shows me the horrific grin in my reflection. THE HORRIFIC GRIN IN MY CONCEPTION. Changed the water in the tin today. Blew the ripples across the skin where hundreds of tiny black floaters squirmed, so lucky to be fallible. Flew out of a window to catch up with that scent, pleasantly drifting skywa
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Thanks for all the favourites friend :rose:
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Hey wanted to say thanks for the recent faves and watch. :) I had a quick glance at your gallery just now and there's some tough meat to chew in there. I'll be back for more!
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You're certainly welcome. Thank you for the recent favorites as well. Chew through as much of my writing as you'd like. I appreciate the interest!
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