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Zachary Devitt Jan 2013
soft silly syllables sauntering slowly at sunset
after all ambiguous adjectives adversely affect our amicability
feigning fickleness funding fearfulness finding finality in foolishness
egress endlessly ever evading the
end
Zachary Devitt Mar 2012
A lion that cannot roar,
A mouse's voice that booms across a tiny horizon
in a box pushed up against the window
shuffling about in the night
aimlessly pacing forgetting what was just back there
but knowing that he unwraps the fabric of time
spinning it back, onto A spindle-y future
BLIND BLIND BLIND
a mouse gone blind now thrice
what can't I see
What can can i see
what if you don't see too
well then i must be
MADMADMADMAN
there is something blurry off there in the distance
i can cannot tell if my window is *****
or the thing is simply a vague example of poor resolution
My voice booms
is it is louder than it isn't is it
SHOW ME SHOW WE SHOW US US US US
if you brought your nocs
what is it you see
CAN IT BE
that poorly resolved distant figurine behind the ***** glass of the cardboard prison is it could it be
ME
Zachary Devitt Mar 2012
A man in a house sits in one room,
he can only do this one room at a time, perhaps
occupying all space, all rooms
but probably not
because when i move
i hope its not just a room
but a room with me in it
alas he is alone even still
bah i dont need this ranch house crocidile dundee *******
even still
spreading my hands apart and touching either horizon
i see no answer from here
even still
looking around wandering about the places i have found myself
i still fall in
like a seed
penetrating the earth
i do it backwards
knowing that the end result
is the sun
sun in, love out
Zachary Devitt Jun 2011
We were playing a strange game
this old man and I
the coin in the middle of the table
we stared at it
we stared at each other
he slammed his fist down
the coin flipped into the air
when it touched back down
I did the same
then it was his turn
he screamed something unsettling
and it was my turn and i laughed
unfortunately this went on
forever
Zachary Devitt May 2011
BUKOWSKI
bukowski while my two best friends ****
this is what i am reduced too
it is pleasant in a sense
the sounds they make
I have never truly understood bukowski
like that
each uuunnh bringing out just a little more crazy
each ecstatic giggle showing me the fun in crazy
I have never truly understood bukowski
he is like two ******* hippies wrapped inside a poet
i read bukowski while my two best friends ******
and i could not tear myself from the page
and in fact i turned each one deliberately with volume
trying to add to the sound
why be a couple when you can be a few
Zachary Devitt May 2011
My shoes are ***** from walking through ****
I should have taken them off
that would have been nice
to let the **** flow over my toes
to feel the squish beneath my heel
do you know of the squish
it is divine
i could have been up to my knees in ****
Zachary Devitt Apr 2011
There is that corner in the top, on the far end of the room
it catches my eye and begins to draw on my thoughts
like faithful moths
a beautiful smile of death and living on in each of there faces
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