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Egeria Litha May 11
I miss you in a whirlwind
the wind whips my skin
left high and dry
volume in my hair
dust in my eyes
sand in the grit
I  miss you in a tailspin
you were just here
tread marks where you been
I miss you in a time capsule
I swallow each mourning
  May 9 Egeria Litha
Alessander
Encyclopedic mainframes
Lap-top heads
Power-boxes for multitudinous outlets, plugs, chargers
Conduits manipulating
Fiber-optic arteries
Artificial energy
ZAP
Pale lights
Computers aglow in dark cloistered bedrooms
Powered pacemakers stalling at microwaves
Electrocuted blood - cookied fantasies
Ads proclaiming everything free!
Pharmaceutical elixirs for limpness, lumpiness, loneliness
Snake-oil for suffering
Nigerian kings, Syrian refugees
*******, clever memes, whimsical gifs, shocking news, witty banter
Socio-politic-religous-diatribes
Spewing on every thread

Existential *****.
Aroma-less cuisines
Vacuumed vacations
Youtubed communions
Suicide selfies.


Crucifixdrones - pedolandia
Jdate.POF.AshleyMadison.Match. Eharmony.SpeedDate.OKcupid
CG. Missed encounters...
Serial killers,
Pixalated *******, vein-throbbed **** shots, cardboard gloryholes

Instagramed I
Inviolate I
Internet I

I    I     I

No sweaty arm pits, cottage cheese, gray nose hairs or belly fat
Computer [ScreenShot]
While behind, posters hang: The Doors, Tupac, NIN, The Smiths, Hendrix, Joy Division, Nirvana

HandshapedHeart.

2D souls
Text-dating
144 word manifestos
#revolutions
Archetype emoticons

Doodled centaurs
Caged in matrices

Transcendental notes
Need a hit
Of internet smack

A line, a pinch, a drag
A like, a comment, a kudos
A reply, a thumbs up, a share, a poke
One measly view
Baby, come on, give me a fix
Just one
Notification: ding-beep-buzzzz
I want to dissolve like alka-seltzer in tap water
Otherwise I'm a used-up toothpaste tube
Sitting in a dank medicine cabinet

If not, I am
A stick-figure created from matches
Drowning in a drum of gasoline

Not buried beneath pregnant soil
No. dumped into blue recycling bins.

[Ctrl +Alt+Delete]
Egeria Litha May 6
I am raining
the sky is too
the ink is blotting on this letter to you
dark clouds consume light blue
shooting stars hibernate
as I wish for you
Egeria Litha May 6
Our personal tragedy must fit our personalities

Ripped in two
or smashed to pieces
destroyed all the same

She committed suicide
or left me for another man
she left me all the same

He didn't make it first
or murdered before the finish line
regardless, he failed in rage

I lost him to the sea
I lost him to cancer
loss as the answer

will an increase in self-awareness
cause bliss or the enemy of it

a myriad of pathways to the same place

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Does it matter what color and form pain takes?

Would you prefer strawberry
or vanilla flavor
****** up?

No, we don't make our syrups here

And one last thing,
would you like fries with that?
Thoughts on american culture and how there are so many ways to experience essentially the same feeling.
Egeria Litha Apr 18
It's a wild, wild surrender
and there's nowhere in between
from here to there
space so vast
dense as evergreen

He's either held up in prison
or camping on the beach
but there's nothing in between

It's the wildest surrender
so I got down on my knees
and I barely used my teeth

Is my gift a curse or something
along those strings?
Signed, Sealed, Surrender
that will send him for the trees

What could make things worse
ain't always what it seems
tricky coyote just took a jog past me
baring gifts and teeth
what a humble surrender
So I got down on my knees
some lyrics I am working on. It's a country song in the making.
Sometimes I wonder if
I’m the only one who sees my gift
as a curse,
and my curse as a gift.
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