kevin-gishWhisper

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Untitledthe old man edges along, his palms crushing the backs of chairs searching for something like home. / i despise him in this moment: i loathe his paunch protruding shamelessly into private spaces, his shoes- lumps of plastic fastened carelessly with velcro. / i sniff arrogantly at this fountain of filth, catching an unmistakable stench: it is death, draped over those shoulders- a ghastly garment leering at all around him.
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Oct 31, 2015
lines for another timeA thunderstorm now blossoms, stealing the sheen from a lambent sky. / Selfish clouds harvest light, storing it away for security, / An aetherial currency long-forgotten.
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Jun 14, 2014
SevenI met a man with a Y for a hand. / Addressed him timidly, "which war?" / An earnest reply: "the second."
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Jun 14, 2014
Pity and FearI killed an insect once, / Crushed it with a rock. / I had to; its fate was already decided:
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Jun 14, 2014
On Memory ReturningFear is youth, youth is perpetual. / Perpetuity is the pleasant melancholy awash on the scarlet portrait hanging in every motel room.
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Jun 14, 2014
Untitledyellow memory is absentminded ecstasy
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Jun 14, 2014
On spending the night in a dark houseAlone wasn't a word until the door was closed; each sound in this place / Spells your doom. / The soul has places to go, you know.
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Jun 14, 2014
Hazy RemembranceA wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you. / Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the / Mythical canopy of Dream.
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Jun 14, 2014
Anecdote for the Clouds: First RetellingGive me leave to lay my brow, ever burdened with strain and stress, / Upon your pale, pinkish breast. / You, tenderly streaked with wisps of scarlet nimbus,
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Nov 18, 2012
The SecretNight’s cloak envelops me. / I am lowered, thought by thought, hanging / Over the dreadful, terrifying abyss.
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Jun 26, 2012
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