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                  pyrifos glyphosa
                  te chlorpyrifos gl
                     g l y pho sate
                     chlor pyrifos
                     g l y p hosate
                     ch lorpyrifos
                     gly phos at e
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       rpyrifos gly       phosate chlo
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       fos chlorpyri      fos glyphosat
          e chlorpy            rifos gly

Your eyes shine brightly,
Even in the dark..
Glistening with muted colours,
Like light shards in the tidemark.

I beg for metaphorical moons,
To bring forth again your oceans..
To bathe in your most majestic parts,
And go swimming in your darkest emotions.

Already your touch is like a salty sea breeze,
Sending ripples across my surface..
An amalgamation of fire, ice and tidal waves,
(I wonder if you do it on purpose..?)

You are rushing through my senses..
You are crumbling my defences.

And I am loving every moment of it.

June 22 2014

Smoking American Spirits
Like that name is not sickly ironic
As I watch the moon
And blow your name
Out through my teeth.

After all of it
I still can’t decide
If I’m happy that you’re happy
Or hate you for leaving me
In the cold to gape
At a barren rock.

The moon is a visceral spirit,
Pundit of creation myths,
Vaudevillian purveyor
Of heavy handed profundity,
Reflects the sun
When nothing else can,
Means so much to so many;

The moon is an entropic
Collusion of earth-chunk
That happens to orbit us,
Objectively meaningless,

Communicating with the ocean
As ants ***** chemicals
Into each others mouths to converse.  

Staring together up into
The gaping gnash of space,
Humans give the moon its meaning
Just as two people falling in love
Forever inhabit midsummer nights
'Till one leaves in a haze
Of evaporating brain chemistry.

I really am happy you’re happy,
Because I really do love you
Even after everything,
And I really do hate you
Because it hurts so much
And you were so selfish,
Go **** yourself,
Why can't I feel both?

Just this silly girl,
Just two broken people,
Look at what we made Chlo,
It's hanging in the sky
Strung up with used filaments.

I love you and hate you still
Because knowing the moon
Is a barren rock
Makes what it has become
Incandescently, infinitely beautiful.