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You think Bowie really cared for karate?A room. / Need to displace to move. / Arrangement of places you’ve been
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Sep 9, 2014
NonesuchWill is a wish that your birth charges you with. There is a quartet of letters given to each generation, a formless trinket tossed around the human flame like some universal kumbaya that always had a face. We could learn a lot from where were aren’t if we let ourselves imagine it. Dreams of what it looks like when I poke out the eyes of my love. Nothing begging something, the body of a bonfire song. Is it not each flick of the tongue? Is it not a federation of sounds finally reaching accord? Hurt like hell to learn when I should stop asking questions.
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Sep 1, 2014
UntitledA weapon sharp & / your armor hopeful for / not needing to be necessary
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Jul 9, 2014
Parallel DriverAn other, / outside of life, / a gleaned sum stacked into towers
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Jul 2, 2014
Untranslatable 1To the T, like a letter I must of looked, accented only / by an estranged alphabet who longed for the The / surrounded by what in a room with no roof made of why.
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Jun 28, 2014
Written by WindI stretched myself slowly upwards / That slender back / How did it happen
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May 8, 2014
Icarus's brought a parachute to play god and history let him die for trying.Still in motion, I struggle with shrinking sounds / of my shadow resisting the ballooning into life I find articulating so often. / What is the self?
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Mar 31, 2014
The TalkAverage aesthetics impressed upon / the dreamers asleep with the television on. / They are selling validation,
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Mar 28, 2014
Somebody's MessiahI'm not out to project my own down going. / I love him whose soul is fickle despite chance / As the world's retort.
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Dec 8, 2013
RhetoricYou had to be me / talking **** about Aristotle / then finding him in the poem on the next page.
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Nov 10, 2013
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