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I say "Hi" because I like you.

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Oh optimism,
the bluebird flies
Oh optimism,
the bluebird dies

brittle
bones

breaking
stones

and it's fine
you're fine
always fine

over by the campfire the old man gets burnt when awoken

The way the lamp
glimmers light on to
human skin
is quite fascinating.
It's only a simple gradient;
but the coyotes call out
in the wooden,
hollow distance.
The deer knows better.
Now put the fulfillment out;
I see the sun flicker and
move slowly.

in the
enormous room
filled with white air
I found it mostly challenging
to inhale
what must of been there
I know that
has dispersed into the room
my bed—
floats on and on
into what must be
infinity

The
thought just before the sky;
But just a tree.

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It must of
felt like hell.
And
I was the one
who seemed
to get it.

Who nestled
his head between
a rock and
a whirlpool.
However
the chandelier
stays golden.
A puzzling
thing.

I
              slip
through
                        a wall

This be what I harness most
Beyond the barren streets
                              On the rocky coast.

The old house, built of wooden post
Protects her heart that loudly beats—
This be what I harness most.

A rush of nothing.
I feel everything.

deer

dear friend

II.

ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum

ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum
ceum ceum

ceum ceum
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ceum ceum
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ceum ceum
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hi                 .        
Oh sorry               for bumping into you.
let me help you with that.

the sky remains pretty bright,
                                          a light blue.

Clothes:  jacket (red linen), leggings (black nylon or something. Polyester? -maybe.),
                   life(a bird out the window.                    
                        How to fly)                    Commonly so-
What is to know,
                               gets caught on a car
                               and drives off

an
                  will
                                                                      Myself
                                                                   soul of
                      break
   of
      again
           Countless
                                                back
    Body
                                                                             inhale
of
          see
                            the
                                          can
                                   I
                                           It
                                   all
                                               are
             I
     pours
                                                          have
                                       Here,
       be Layers
                   are
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              itself forever
                                                          feels
              itself life
     the
    burn
                                                                                                                  Coat
                                                                                                                                                                                   are
         the In
                                               out
     other
  to
                   find
                                              man
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 eggshell
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      that then always
                                                                             structure

Oh   Oh

Oh    No

i named my imaginary friend
love

because he likes to taunt me
(i am so ugly)

when a girl meets me
he greets thee
and says his **** is just a little pea
(i am so ugly)

she then flees
rinse lather repeat

love oh sweet love
i stand before thee
in absolute defeat
why dont you slit my wrists
and shoot me
i am so very ugly

The sky in the morning
      is gray or
      sometimes red.

I'm not
completely sure.

                         The birds
                         talk.

Heart flutters
like never before

When I see
her

Body

Full body

language itself
                  
                  is
      at this point

        an    articulate
            skeleton

A voice erupts without a hush
Upon the gentle downy brush.

your sighs
your thighs
your eyes

ly        er        ti        rata
     i         at        tat       tat
ly        er        ti        rata
     i         at        tat       tat

ha         ha

ha         ha

The attempt of knowing is more
              important than knowing at all.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
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& you think that this could be forever

Wild hearts
I let them race toward me
from across
the great canyons of
red-romance

There was a bottle
that she knew of, which
she filled to the brim.

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Opulent orbs that shambled and shook
In and out of the blackness in the hallway. A crook—
Fallen on the floorboards.

I.
in the muscles
of the wood

II.
tremendous force &
light exasperation with
the sun talking

III.
monolithic songs
will remain the air

IV.
a concrete
Bunting

In between the blinds
and the sardonic wit
of the indistinct dawn.

I AM SICK
OF POETS
TRYING TO
BE POETIC.

IT'S BEEN
DONE FAR
TOO MANY
TIMES.

naked
nothing
walls
nothing
colored
fiery
cyle
fiery
cycle

Her eyes
glanced
at
me.

She then
smiled.

She stuck
out
from the
rest.

Bold,
like a  
king size
Sharpie.

You know what rhymes with day?
                                            gray

the rain
has its tiny droplets

that pound
on the steel bucket

the crackle
orange
finger tip--
****!

Is as the
the is there
as was the
as the was
as the is
is was was
this was as
this, as is.
This as this
is as the
was, as the.

The peach
is as this.
The peach is
not is. I,
the peach,
not is as
there was not.
Not is is
as was is
is this peach.
The peach is.

the lack of heat from the
tiles of the floor
embraces me
in the coldest love
I have ever known
such a kid I thought
to myself
with such a way
ahead
a land of cold
floor tiles
that will love me
in company

door
open

door
close

door
lock

door
key is gone

door
just please

door
just please

door
open me again