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Ty Mann Jun 2017
Stand tall.
             Slack jaw.
Never bow.
     The droning static;
Crackle. Moan.
                       Dawning breath
mattress pangs.
Bite the knot
      That fills the throat.
Woven light spills through
Silent faucets; loud water.
              But whistle
Whistle through the fissure
        Jam hands into brother's pockets
Packed and unresolved...
     Electric blanket statements;
Corded, wired, arms straight out
                                Defrost;
             Gray-water rumination.
Telephone cord promises.
False;
Dualities.
      Drop it all. Weep nothing.
Dripping insecurity.
Taut covers and bleached towels
Dishwater clouds. Rock words.
Fervent emanation.
         Delimiting;
Heterogeneous essences.
On the threshold.
      It's all in a name.
Designated.

Assimilate
Infiltrate
           Wash in, wash out. Loud, rocking, rattling the house to the core.
The foundation vibrates.
Wasting time.
Time;
      Time;
           Time;
               Time;
                     Time;
                           Time.
Lowest pair.
          Don't move.
Stop trying to get it right.
                        A light pink dress.
                  New moon
Wash the stones.


A funeral.
       Assume the role.  At Dad's request.
Black shirt, black pants, black shoes, sunset tie.
      Mohawk;
Blatantly disparate.

Get lost. She drives. Wander. Weaving past boarded up houses beyond the city's edge.
                      Anticipate;
       Mountain top dissonance.
               The son of wands.

Early morning oxytocin.
ice cream
in bed after ***
She says.
     Small hands.
         Only now.
            Don't rush.

Ephemeral. A divide in the
in-betweenness.
           A yellow couch.
    The multiverse;
        Another day.
Dark rolling rain.
Be fluid. Ebb and flow.
         If time stopped how would you know?

          ...
Never believe in absolutes.
          
        Waves of nausea collide with an empty stomach
                  Food is lifeless and banal
Hunger creeps in early
        long before daybreak.
            It passes in sleep.

   Spiraling ivy, paint flaked white porch. Wicker.
      Warm glass of milk
It's 8:00pm
thunderstorms.

Fall to sleep on the mattress that belonged to the first.


     Falter. Pinks, yellows and pale oranges,
                          streaks of lilac wisp into a spectrum of greens, yellows and blues.
    Extending from two.
      Atmospheric aura steam…frequency waves, flooding mediated spaces. A dream.
      
Back.

Follow the lights out of the city
North.
      Rubber on pavement
A low hum
       Back to the dog who loves you.  

Find the parts that feel like home
       Familiar roads in wavering memories
  
….
Walk away
           Leave in the dead of the
Night
        Mares
Empty groundings.
    Distorted connections. Star-crossed wires.

No chances.
          Run the course,
coursing through the day and night
after a few weeks or months

    All strangers lamenting.

Peel back
       Eyelids tightened

Affectionately embody
essences of your own sorrows.
  
       Reaching out, reaching in,
pulling out, putting in
      
Girly arms
man hands.
Small hands.
Small Mann hands.
7/22/2016
Ty Mann Jun 2017
Vulnerable, projecting our fears into the empty space between us. We stand. Assessing. Who will give, who will trust. The mug in my hand, a relic from a past heartbreak. Ginger tea, a more recently acquired obsession. Your blue eyes are crisp and sharp, I try not to make eye contact for too long, I fear you might turn and run. A delicate weaving of movement, careful conversation. We don’t know each other yet, we are still calculating, measuring each other's safeness. We are baby birds. Falling from a nest... waiting for our legs to break.
11/9/2015

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