scissors
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a death god looks me up using the internet, but divine distraction attracts its gaze toward more grisly matters in the east. encoded in the web, my fate between scissors Continue reading scissors
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sober as an oiled knife my consciousness cuts through…
voyage
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inside a closed circle a magnet for moonlight infinitely approaching those present moments pinned to the black universe like moths in a polished case i am not trapped but whole Continue reading voyage
walking and unwalking up fine streets made of mox tar my fingers clay, my compound eyes see junes Continue reading
i’m mine this yes today and two morrows.i pray like a mantis with a mantra but you become me. they pierce, these seven eye balls, one for each pink chakra. i dance to rid me you Continue reading
Tide Set
around a bough a tow knows a little riddle lithely sand talks-around, sounds about awry among than ocean now under-sounds about alike Sienna suns alike broken I knows I can almost see beach almost breathe underneath the riddle of an … Continue reading Tide Set
The Bat
Await The holy day (One late bat makes dawn roost) Your triskaidekaphobia Prevents Extra Apostles from roost in a dawn That, dyspixelated, Can’t house just one Ugly, Tardy, Angel-shaped bat (Forgiveness is a house With room for twelve choirs) Day … Continue reading The Bat
