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under the pear tree, I sit
watching the women with the cars
dancing on the streetlights

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.

The sheets of the bed know nothing.

Good morning,
I didn't lose you.
You lost me.

there is this chick across the street walking her lemur—
wow I wonder if the lemur likes to roleplay as a bird.
on the street, i am not alone—for i have my chicken McNuggets
and i can hear the translucent ocean through a floating **** cheek
have you ever seen a young fawn in a window?
Yeah, me neither. But i do like to eat wooden tables.
i want to blog about how the sky is filled with clouds
that look like the inside of a pillow.

A day, not a day
without you in mind

Cannot comprehend infinity
without you in mind

For it is you,
this missing link
forever lingering
in my river of thought

I'm out on it now
fishing for that feeling

Of starlit midnight
with you in mind

keep me enthralled
oh look a wall

I'm running
from the mirrors
of my brain

I want to be a writer
I want to be a novelist
I want to be a writer

running
running
running

my brain is the roadrunner
it catches up to me
and strangles me in daydreams

til' I die

Falling into a bed afloat in the endless oceans of parallel lines
connecting into something called memories
stacked upon fireside poets and Jenga towers.

inside,
i hide

Like sapphire,
the rainwater 
sporadically develops
refractive vision.
It is often not
a full construction,
but a sight engineered
to see things from most
practical angles.

The wind blew softer than any ******* I knew.
Drifting like the white remains of dandelions that flew with
melodious jazz and echoes of Langston Hughes.

My mind followed suit, tumbling through rolling field's of gold.

Melting ideas like candle wax on a cool summer's night.

I
look and
I
stare.
I
take life
like air

please,
please
don't forget
this

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like I wake up
with the same.

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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.

Is there nothing
to this cerebral portrait?
(I have already tried
loving— and
going for it). Yet,
I cannot deny that
a memory differs
from a moment.

*******
hypocrites

America--
we’re on the rock.

This tumbling thing,

built from sediments
of time.

We will return after these messages.

How I glance out the window to see the
monolithic clouds, taking to the sky as if it
was the interstate that led to
the great American dream.

The dream that was revealed by Fitzgerald
and died of starvation from Steinbeck.
The dream that begged for reconciliation but got nothing.
The dream that was nothing.

Nothing but the plastic glow of ****-jobs along
with the lights that illuminated the local Walmart.

Nothing more than the glimmer of hope
shot down by the square conformity that is now.

The now that forgot humanity at the hazy bus stop,
leaving them to return home and ****** the intellect.

In head melting Sundays where I sit staring at electricity
that kills time slowly like a premeditated ******.

Yes, it was me back then
Amidst my pavement heart,
Wet with the ink of the pen

It is time to discard this shell of red
Something too old— that has been.
Leaving it to the old, ghostly wind

Time floats— it's paper thin
My mind is intent on her dress—
An apparent sin

The sand castle turns to glass
Amidst my pavement heart,
I have to change— but where to start?

Happiness is the darkest creature
The creature that has ripped me apart
Leaving the present as the final feature

Look on, look on
To what others bring to you
Until you cannot tell who is who

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Cottages the scoffs royal
Ye not,
By beyond
Struggling
By represent her under

And table, many
With on down wolves
Combat, changed
Named meanwhile loud
Loo through
Beautiful the wit,

Out crosses
Fields to array,
Like wolves
Falling, struggling
Opposed
Seemly o'er, to

Time,
      myself
is a thief
my friend.
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II
Somehow still shackled
to white darkness
I’ve felt it
I feel it
it feels me

As if to caress
something so bare-beautiful
as a women,
disrobed in the
eternal darkness
of countless midnights

Spent down beneath
the infinity of
blacks,
purples
and blues

Laying in the
leaves of grass
I am
looking at the holes
of the black galaxy
that shoot their beams
back into the
familiar infinity
of my soul itself

dirt
snow
pink
glory

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The shirt is so tight.
accenting the curves that are so nearly perfect,
it could be a painting.
I'm drawing her endlessly in my head.
****, undressed (I think I'm crying)
I'm trying to throw her out of my head.

And I can't with those shorts.
And I can't with that ***.
And I can't with those ****.
And I can't with that hair.

Nothing but animals we are.
We **** to live and live to ****.
But guess ******* what,
I love it.

cold men
often
burn the
brightest

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I am sorry
for breaking
the
silence
with the leaves
crunching
under my shoes

The apple fell
from the tree

wobbled down
the grassy knoll

broke away
from the rest

just like me.

A cliche of sorts.
We sat together
under the pink branches
that melted into our hearts.

I need all of the flashbacks.
The air is nearly similar.
In all honesty, I don't know anything.
There is a mirror to my left.
Sylvia Plath, I think of you.
Here is my black shoe.

I could hear someone looking for me
Certainly not being discrete
It was the sound of footsteps
On the reflective streets
Here
The moonlight and I
It's how it was—
What the poison does

the rain
has its tiny droplets

that pound
on the steel bucket

son of
man, who
are you?