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JDK 19h
There are some services he simply can't refuse.
He goes into the night with a ***.
He's probably out there right now, proposing to a masseuse
with balled up bills in a box.

Flicks his wand full of secrets, with rounded pale tip, but in this kind of magic,
he is the trick.

A brave volunteer for earthly delights.
Polite, though somewhat obscene.
He frequently showers,
and bathes every night,
but just can't seem to get clean.
JDK 2d
Paint with red creation,
white skin tightened grip.
She's grown too sharp with patience;
a ***** to let it in.

Come on if you please.
Stay here if you need.
Pray on bended knees.
(I'll say the rest is due.)

The good men all are taken,
they've taken 'til it's gone.
Sordid imagination,
is this the man you want?

Come on if you please.
Stay here if you need.
Pray on bended knees.
I'll say the rest is due.
JDK Jun 19
The spiral down.
The leaking of pocketed things
swirling above towards sunlight:
3D text of a spilled life.

What you did.
Who you loved.
The things you ate and the things that ate you up.

Awakening in reverse.
A return to the obscurity from which you were born.

The sea keeps no record,
marks nothing in stone,
but sings a eulogy for everyone ever lost to it
heard from any coast.
The sound of all the breaths they can't take any more of.
JDK Jun 19
If my life were less interesting,
would you be less interested in it?
Or me?
Asking for a friend.
JDK Jun 19
Four magenta rings, sheathed in jellied casing,
floating between the rocks.

I popped mine on a barnacle - went backwards too fast.
Barely made it to shore before it was nothing but a limp piece of rubber.

The young ones are out there tossing them around.
Mounds of translucent flesh passed from hand to hand.
Touched, squeezed, pressed; watch this trick.

Harmless, they assure me. I'm less convinced.

On the beach, I find one alone.
No color to it.
A prodding finger.
Soft sensation.
A giving way.

Dumb mass of cells.
The moon never burns, never stings.
JDK May 21
Not the product nor conclusion, but the case that merely holds it.
The theory that posits without endeavoring to ever actually prove it.
You are but the hook, the hanger, the mannequin that displays the lifestyle you'll never have the courage to actually wear outside the store that made it.
Doomed to hide in other peoples' lives.
Relishing the moments when someone else is reflected in the mirror.
JDK May 21
Soft-wedged between twin expanses of amber sky,
the lemon form of the most delicate cloud I've ever seen:
ripples of cotton billows in purest white
floating high above my supine body.

Barely held within, the coalescing vapors of an imminent torrent;
a secret shower to which I am the sole divulgent.

To the south, a tower stands *****, twitching in the wind as if with anticipation. Its weather beacon gleams with a pattern indicating a sudden downpour.

Oh, dear gossamer form of cotton sweetness, how you swell and darken, distending pregnant with your promised release.
From white to translucent as the first drops can be seen,
granting a coveted glance of the inner-workings to mother nature's daily intimacies.

Drenching me in bliss that stings and blinds.
Purifying this ***** earth by choking out every stray flying thing that exists between you and me.
Mouth agape and mind blank like fowl that can't help themselves from looking away,
drowning on one divine mouthful.
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