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11:21Have you ever / Wondered / how you would react

Jan 4, 2013

35mmYou're feeling jubilant as your eye captures the perfect illumination of a scene you've seen a hundred times, yet never perceived in this manner before. You ****** your old '85 from the snare of the paper-ridden desktop and keenly snap the staggered allure--until the low, guttural groan of the sprocket slices through your absorption. You abruptly lower the body to bury your misdemeanor within the unanimous truth of the data panel--but alas! Your aspirations are dissolved by the sudden rush of blood berating, "what a pillock!" As your cheeks fill with the crimson truth revealed in the seven-segment display partially reflecting your open jaw dappled like sympathy flowers atop the silent chastising of the slow-blinking "24".

Jan 22, 2014

A *** belly, a goatee, and a turbanYou’ll pretend I believe in nothing, / I’ll pretend you do. / They all existed in some form of another.

Feb 8, 2012

Birth date.A broken lock equals an open mind. An open mind equals a temporary peace of heart. I constantly write in riddles and lines that will never rhyme, that most will probably never read. In my subconscious I relentlessly attempt a Resurrection of civil engagements with an uncivil mind. My internal demeanor never abandons a detail, a key worth remembering and a lock that will always sway to and fro in a shanty boat that is inconsistently worthless and valuable. It will never dock, it will never be entirely worth the stress or the time it would take to tie and secure a ship of that size and quality, or lack thereof. There exists ulterior motives that Miss blonde esteem is seemingly not even aware of, or like her prior, accepts ignorance as a temporary escape until the uncivil mind returns civil. The fact is this. The uncivil mind was never civil, and may as well never be. Locks can be repaired, even when the thief begs for no replacement. What makes the thief the uncivil enemy? Has it ever occurred to any soul, that a thief is only stealing away precious moments that are rightfully his, that circumstances and uncivilized minds have locked away in a pitch black that they cannot call their own night? There surely has been an uncanny instance when the locksmith swiftly turned about to find his prior gazing at him in the golden grooves of the trap. The thieving of one’s own mind, to break a lock enchanted by the uncivil mind, should be easily empathized and understood. But alas, curly blonde esteem will forever submit under the spell of the uncivil mind, who will only cast a shadow upon itself and its priors. It will be remembered in the scent of cigarettes, where it will also be displaced. It will be avoided in the unrighteousness of a friend’s bed in another family’s house, where a respirator and the oxygen tubes intertwining the threshold no longer exist; neither do the white sheets. There will never again be an absence of music behind the actions committed between the uncivil mind and the civil heart.

Jun 13, 2013

Captivated (He said to me)You are the most beautiful / Person that has ever existed / Real or otherwise.

Feb 23, 2015

ChiBlue tinted glasses / That you’ll never see / Properly through

Jun 22, 2012

CollageLondon lobster pie / Served with a side of strawberry / Plus one, please

Apr 1, 2012

DamaskIn under three days / You'll peel my skin away / My flesh seeps menthol and freezes in your pores.

Nov 4, 2014

DisintegrationYou’re the reason / My mother worries / Over the prominience of my collar bones.

Jun 23, 2012

DisorientationIt’s the sugar on your tongue. / It’s the ignorance at your side that encourages / The cane to slither off that flavorful muscle.

Feb 8, 2012