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 Jul 2023 preston
A W Bullen
Remains
 Jul 2023 preston
A W Bullen
Please,

explain..

Is there a peace,

a deep and swirling peace?

does that fabled light leave
the body ,released
from an anguish
of gravity

Can it be that you
are there?

Sustained,

outside these
small perceptions

even after all this time
the questioning

remains
is this just me
 Jun 2023 preston
jolly
cut me
 Jun 2023 preston
jolly
cant speak
offer you my teeth
pulling them
one by one
a bleeding cavity
whose words slurred and misheard
whose dizzy head orchestrates poor decision
whose rotting flesh feels incisions
to take away from decaying
pain to face numb complacency
trust you with where to cut me
feel so worthless in my misery
put me in your bed to bleed
hold me wrapped in blood stained sheets
hold me til my wounds recede
i love you please dont leave me
dont leave me
 Apr 2023 preston
irinia
the flesh of words heavy since
we no longer speak the same language
yes is no no is maybe maybe is later
later is tomorrow tomorrow is never
one can only run away from pain only
towards more pain
only the words are sad my heart no longer
a wounded totem
my fingertips have always had their dreamy way
in truth love touches you daily with the most prosaic sway
 Apr 2023 preston
Kelly
Untitled
 Apr 2023 preston
Kelly
if it were up to me,
nobody would know that I'd ever loved you

and sure as hell
nobody would ever know that I still do
you don't even think about me. I think about you every day.
 Mar 2023 preston
Azaria
8 passenger mini van
i carry all the love
strapped in
delicately
irrational angst and
idealism fighting
in the backseat
i have no room for
your regret
my stomach fell
into the earth
when i heard you
were going to be a dad
i have been loyal to a ghost
for the past 6 months
of course you still want me
i was always the person
who was capable of
loving you despite
the placement of the
planets
and your scorpioic
tendencies
 Mar 2023 preston
irinia
the light is flowing on the naked trees
reality is more beautiful than metaphor,
I'm thinking while I'm feeling
the river of darkness flowing through me
faces gestures smiling and forgetting
destroying the plenitude of not yet known
spring explodes like vitamin bombs in old scars
the life waiting to happen begging for us to contemplate
I'll never stop dreaming someone else's electrical storms
I have to learn how to walk on how to love even more
the skeleton of darkness in the hands of time
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