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a black-eyed sea
……a wave of ice
a knotted mouth
……a killer’s vice
a candle’s blood
……a blind man’s palm
a twist of fate
……a beggar’s plate
a midnight sky
……an amber eye
a thunder’s fist
……a sleepy mist
~ a lover bent
……a narrow gate,
a body bound
……annihilate    

a twist of blue
……a fleck of night
an angled blade
……a window’s shade
a sensation sought
……a touch of grace
a glint of love
……a tombstone face
an equinox
……a vernal light
a carnal god
……a dead façade
~ a lover bent
……a narrow gate
a body bound
……annihilate    
Oh, body bound, light exhumes madness, annihilation
…descends
then obscures, the smoke from dead bone, spits and flutters
…the wind will do that
there is rot in the air, threads of sick, tendrils, sharp memory wrap and choke
(will the wind do that?)
then piercing deep, take root in bores and chambers, firing pin caress

striking…I pray
vernal light, take me away ~
Distant thunder cracks
Zeus jiggles his angry goose
Rain! Grandma! Inside!  
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****** spelunking
Prostate, like a baby’s fist
Chubby **** killer  
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Lizard **** soufflé
Restaurant drops four stars, STAT!
French chefs smoking ****  
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Vegan open house
Hard popping matcha roofies
Sausage fight fu** fest
A little random haiku catharsis - a brain breather from the heaviness that is at times in me as ubiquitous as it is insistent. If any of these little nuggets of “truth” resonate (or not), I would love a comment in haiku form.
edges are better felt
beneath the skin
the way the wind

bruises into bone
like folds of water
through which the mind lurks

in naked silence
between gasps of ragged light
those threadbare atoms held

in a spider’s web
the lash of winter
in scarcity measured

where - crippled by time  
my body
split by the darkness
of you
bleeds blue
just a feeling, something cold and faceless
Death is the color of water
rivers soft and hushed
hard as bone
chambered in the cold caress of silence
the hook of dawn
the wasting night
reddest born
skin of new fire
painting shades
in darkness / wrung

this is the Death I breathe
when fingers crack
from holding the earth together
holding you
holding me
…together

Death is the color of water
a broken ocean
brackish black
the heave of god
so violent as to cut her
blood into the sky
as a conductor might / in symphony
crescendo
then convulse
under the strain of rapture / fly

this is the Death I breathe
when fingers crack
from holding the earth together
holding you
holding me
…together

Death is the color of water
thicker than memory
into consciousness kerf
the rain
the rage
the rhythm
the sea
spilling shadows
where shadows
ought not to be

this is the death I breathe
when fingers crack
from folding the earth together
folding you
folding me
…into violent synchronicity
death, like water, is transformative and rhythmic - the great disentangler of all things enmeshed in its current
M Ignacio Jun 13
Let the silence between us
bleed into / a space of absence
and unbury the flesh
within the violence /  
to part deep / the blackness
of starlings / heart held  
melting into the sun /
so beautiful / so cold
that even wings / the shape
of fire / eviscerate
into memory
when absence is presence
M Ignacio Jun 10
Cat
In box
Schrödinger
Giddily gawks
Meow?
lanterne fun
M Ignacio Jun 10
drowning sorrow
tolls
the burning sea
under sheets of storm
where shadows rupture
into stars
and through infinite mutant night
is where, Death and I
wrapped in strands of silence, fly
rise above the wrath
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