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ATL Apr 2020
IQ
I will say,
but my saying is the same as all other things said:

man can be boiled in a ***
till nothing shows but his bleached white bones;
collect a few and build an effigy
to soothe your soul to sleep.

that counterfeit death
formed as a life of empty digits
will haunt you hollow
and mark your children too;

they will never look
upon bags of bridled bones
as hopes to be carried;
but as hallmarks of a blindness
placed squarely in their sight.
ATL Apr 2020
these beasts have been wrangled
ages ago,
but the sneer of the hunter persists.

animals will be tracked and traced
till form becomes blankness
and their corpses return to the ground...  

then the sky will laugh
in great gusts bellowing down;
because it has no word for forward.
ATL Mar 2020
sadly,
i believe,
a word can only approach color.

my masquerade of violet
exists as the consequence of red
and aquamarine.

and i see no likeness to
“vivacity” and “sorrow”.

“children” and “gravestones”
might be a bit better,

but they are not red and aquamarine.
ATL Mar 2020
I think cancer
is a metaphysical condition,
and that apoptosis can reconcile Freud.

I do not wish to bring beauty into death,
but passivity into reunion-

and to remind that, perhaps,
this is a game
of tension.
ATL Mar 2020
This is not familiar.

This ground upon which I have graced
and spun drama
to placate the self and its itches
has grown dry.

No longer does the brook sing to me
in its ceaseless fawning...
it is quiet patches of grass
strewn about like gravestones.

The wooded perch where a falcon
sat to whistle danger in my ear
is a husk cradling pinecones
that couldn’t find the ground,
and my eyes know not doubt
nor reprobation.

but the clouds
are the same.
ATL Feb 2020
it is unique to us
(pontification)

the way in which animation
attaches character to absence-
(coincidence)

how song compels memory,
and how specks shift to color.
(abduction)

Today, like other days,
I lay in result.
(in a tomorrow I will rest inside an Eonothem,
reborn in unconformity)

and think of how
(felicity)

Extremophile
is used as a descriptor for organisms
that can fold proteins efficiently...
(method)

and I am rutted in stone,
but I love lava all the same.
(human)
ATL Nov 2019
do you know this?

you,
sandalwood skin wrapping into a magnifying glass and its twin
resting fixed on a bridge between your eyes- a crooked tooth
living as a tiara
purposed for the interruption of symmetry in a smile that breaks on the crest of a sun breathing sight into
all that was lost in a night too dark for an adolescents chagrin to be crammed between stars.
you,

I love
as a desert filled with flower petals
moved by wind and the whispers of ghosts-
with my heart dispersed as a constellation
held together in blue light.
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