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  Apr 2016 Sefirot
Charles Bukowski
I met a genius on the train
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
Sefirot Apr 2016
poetry is terrible
often barely worth its own ink
and now we use computers
Sefirot Jun 2015
O hollow souls who now gather here in rows,

Now standing in its presence to rob a bit of essence

Before the fire of the day you pray,

Turn away, kneel here

Where the Angel decays

Just ash remains

Where fire cleansed

The winds sweep clean the scene and silence keeps the peace.

Sunfire marks the shadow grave.
ehh, this is pretty weak looking back.
Sefirot May 2015
the holes in the door,
the ones shaped like blades,
came with the place,
I just never fixed them.

the suitcase full of clothes
in the other bedroom
belongs to a man
i have not seen in years.

and that frame on the wall
with nothing inside
shaped like an antique mirror,
the kind of mirror so old
all those reflected have died?

I put that there.
Sefirot May 2015
over time constructions fall
returning to the earthen maw
everlasting marks in time
are fruitless expeditions all

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