The sheets of the bed know nothing.

feel feel
feel feel

a golden frame
touching

the wall like
I

touch
romance

the man looks
visual slaps
laughing

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scarclett of feastuereererer

III.
veira

my face is
warm

down
down deep into my heart
so i can show you that
you were there from the start

Indistinct,
Indistinct

i feel my fingers
sift through her hair
but i must remind myself
that she is not there

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deaadd
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dadead

Crystal brain I the embedded pictures in.
Time is the life--  I eye-- a;
Feeling slept time unclothed.
Metal my slab I seen do world a at of.
It take have;
Flashes all.
In-- love.
My and with with and up as I.
Built am memory me a real cold terrify? me back grand I me;
**** dead--.
Memories roll seen camera of I;
It looking depleted;
Have touches life--;
My abyss I if skin-- like living;
Oh in

The end was flat.
Everything seemed to disintegrate
into some horizon line that I could
never get to.

I.
43

II.
48

III.
27

looking at the shadows of the smaller trees

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Beneath the white walls
houses such familiarity

I have forgotten
what it was

In the bowels of the black star,
            there lies an autumn road
     I hover down with the leaves
                   transient,
                                      a will o wisp
            I remember it.
         It who falls with the sky
                                  and the cars rolling by
lost,
                                                     into my eye

To just be it: a moment
I come back to. Ourselves,
going before the wet rock (again,
before the sun hits).

good friends
again

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approach
attention
attitude
awareness

I walk
in all this snow
to come to grips
     to breathe
     to forget tomorrow and remember.
I remember this—
the moment.

icy
fever

     cold
     river

I am a man
knowing what may be
of wandering the streets
in the cold December nights
after the snowfall and the caroling
what is it?
I thought to myself
as wine flowed into my brain
the hot wine that is the late night love
that's there in the corner

white
GREEN
y
  e  llow

pine needles
are
painful
on my face

Underwater,
I float in
slow motion

Look at me,
then
look to the
sea,

Compare each.

Both hopeless,
both nothing,
both me.

R           E

R           E

My heart deepens in the mud
dried to the bottom of shoes

I walk on it each day
breaking it ever so slightly

a
boy

a
girl

a
friend

a
wkward

a
ffection

a
ccord

a
relatio­nship

a
rguments

a
split

a
boy

a
lone

ring
ring

missing
missing

gradient
of darkness
in the room
growing
cold air
from the window,
it blows through

the bee scales it
crawling
light
&
hazy dawn

what can I do?
I, being
eradicated as
a dinosaur

I do not know
she stretches
I fall

take the shot
water
in the eye
we know this is what
this is what

fi
re

told me a story of who
keep at it
she walked in the moonlight
diamond
skin
glimmers

end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was

end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was

end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was
end there was end there was end there was

I  know who I
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm
who m I?

I calm the fire on this damp, cobble street.
My body is quiet, my breath — discrete.

there is gold on the light
they came to ****,
the hit men of this apple
oh so american

but what they wish
to rip away with bullets
the intellect
I'm falling

down into the bottom--
withering decomposition
hello it's me--
the corpse of society

It's me, the past
white paint--
no other color
supreme, supreme

hear my roar--
it's my  last breath
my heart fails
humanity is dead

smooth
soft
sensation

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For Her*

There is a golden flower to my right. The bee scales it against the stumbling breeze. It is the train tracks that rust over it in the September daylights. A cut on my finger from the ice. Everyone around me knows that I’m scared out of my mind of what’s out there and what’s to come.

Such bees are too young to know that I am the metallic smell of a ****** nose. Hair on my arm is the wild grass. She was there. As always, like a schizophrenic ghost. I am at a loss for words. “Keep at it,” the bee said. But I found it hard to exhale.

She, who is the one who writes this poem. I can fill the dreams up with my sky and the sky up with my dreams. The ringing in my head has subsided. I am content with it. Her is who it is and always will be. That is all.

burning
pass

ion

heavy breathing
people jumping,
            pulsating
into dark,
complete darkness

yet
out of darkness
              comes light

it's nearly midnight
no one else in sight

but her

   she wears a white
                         tight
                         light dress,

illuminating the club,
dark no more
          only white
                   light
                   bright
                   tight
          sweat
             wet

control yourself
                           you animal,
      just breathe
            but
i can almost feel a tuxedo
on my bones, white as the dress
i can almost hear the bells,
calling my name

the midnight wedding i see,
all in her dress
all before she leaves me
                         leads  me,

back into darkness

the cold water singed my bones

like a river runs
frigid icy fingers
leave their mark

winter had stained
winter had stung
my           tongue

A nimble look; the unforeseen sight clear——
The windowpane has vaguely fluttered away.

FUUUUUCK
THAT

<3*

that is not
what love
looks like

Solitude
can be found.
Right across the river.
Homeward bound.

the moon
is in
the
sky

silvery man,
he cries
with his
gleaming,
              shimmering

tears
in the darkness

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