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Black VelvetMake it quiet, lover.
Make it go dark.
It's not my thoughts that are bothering me tonight
- not this time. Not the half-voices.
This time it's the acrid chemical undertone 
of a room with too much recycled air
and far too many shuttered windows;
the rusting bars on grimy panels;
the heavy curtains stiff with cold
and dusted in layers of ages-dead skin cells.
Every inhale hits my throat jagged and wretched
like a scream choking on itself.
Make it quiet, lover.
Cradle my head in between your clever, clever hands.
Card your fingers through my hair, parting rivers;
take away the buzzing, the ceaseless static.
It's so hard to think.
I can hear the noise that hides in the quiet;
the cacophony that disguises itself as silence.
Aircon compressors, passing cars, sofas bearing sleeping bodies,
all muffled and distorted by concrete walls
hiding a spider web of fissures in their structures.
The constant register of sensations assail me in all those hollow places
that exist between my flesh an Papa Blue EyesPapa, tell me more about the war
and the stars in the sky,
how to shoot a rifle
and how to fish and fly,
teach me holy lessons
and sing your silly songs:
aloha oi, aloha oi,
until we meet, again.
"Ghosts aren't real, but Jesus is,"
you said when I was scared, but when you were scared
I had nothing to say.
Papa, take me back to that wishing
fountain at the mall
when you'd give me all
of your pennies and send me
to wish upon a shooting water stream.
I wish that I would have wished
that you live forever,
because I believe in wishes
just like I believe in you.
Papa, I'm sorry that I didn't help you more
when I was younger:
I never thought that I would
someday lose you.
Papa Blue Eyes,
I have your blue eyes,
and you should be proud
I have that fire in my heart
that almost went out,
the one that you have,
slowly flickering,
slowly dying.
Please eat for me,
please feel better,
please live for me.
Papa, you always told me that you
would be there to see
me graduate, get married,
and brin


AnxietyPhantoms of the mind
One for each neuron here
One for each disfigured cell
Of this skull cracked open
Accusations
Memories that never were
Sickly feelings
Heart so heavy
Eyes shut down in dull dismay
Rotten faces
Their grins consume all that's sane
Shutdown
Amputated
From the world that isn't there
The searing pain
The satisfaction beyond care
An awareness foreign
A consciousness
So innately super real
Timelines aligned
Molecules I now can feel
Photons of hate
Waves of sorrow
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DaydreamFollow me
if you will
into this place that is not quite a dream
and not yet waking vision
my bedsheets pulled back
and the sky aching and empty
like a yawning mouth
in the light of
not quite morning and not quite night
when i gave up this incessant,
unwinnable chase for sleep
and pulled on a windbreaker
felt the artificial earth beneath my feet
and the town washed gray
lay in silence singing to me
dark grey grit of asphalt
like diamonds that cut the side of my toes,
far away a dog barks
as if signaling the birds to start
like a conductor
and i turned on the nozzle
tilted the spout
and let my thoughts pour out
and flood the street
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Kuebiko (n.)Kuebiko. (n.) A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence
I walked upon blood-stained sidewalks, kicking bullet shells into the streets, questioning the goodness of people and pondering the transience of life. I stumbled upon body bags with the zippers zipped up to the necks of the victims, and I could see the faces of the strangers whom I didn't know but still loved dearly.
Somehow.
Somehow I saw myself in the face of a teenager, shot in the heart, his eyes still open, staring into the blue clouds above me and searching for something he had once believed in. His mother lay beside him. His father was not too far off. My knees fell to the ground and my jeans soaked up the mingled blood, and over his body, I prayed for the peace that has been absent for too long.
I heard nothing but the agonizing sighs of the dead.
The lampposts around me flickered in the night, communicating remorse in morse code, echoing through the lights what cou Sea SnakesOpposites propose barebacked
Gripping mountain saddlebags
Systems scatter settler sprays
Holly what an eel was taxed
Nimble on a bubble skin
Beast breast stiffed in toxic kiss
Now plant paste ecstasy moult
Takes a drake their bony fin
Pommels gusted beating hawks
Fork their paths elliptical
Stab a hydra by its boots
And find a neck your ruddy stalk
Murk of lamp spine round fresh hands
Head a mycoid spent of jowls
Itch and ick entwine pleased like
Up a stormy fragrance pans
Bean split hot with maggot vines
Poke the balaclava bird
Feathers from a ancient beast
Swaying with bulb blossom signs
Riddle of a warlock staff
Pit as bright mid-morning wakes
Welt of fang and talon glass
Either side of reaching laugh
Sift what mates in flurried hatch
Eyes aplenty expectant
Madness makes the tendrils fop
Round the solar diode switch


starvation          the shaman chants crawl up my spine
             dancing around the fire in my ears
     we bring the world to life tonight;
           the drum beats a courageous sound
  calling our inner warriors to arise
     and scream their names to the stars
           you cannot defile the land
              and expect nothing in return.
         the jungles and mountains,
       the cliffs and thick grass
               they protect us well,
      all the while the shaman chants in my ear
          its fire crawling up my spine;
                        they would do well to fear our tenacity
      Letters From the SeaI got your letter in the mail today
Its corners dripping salt
And I wonder if you think of me
Where castle ceilings vault
I set it on my bookshelf
And I haven't broke the seal
I don't want to read of starscapes
That I don't believe are real
You wrote your address on the corner
With ink that smelled like space
But I don't want to read appeals
To my ancestors or grace
So your letter's on my bookshelf
Dripping salt and grains of sand
There's too much sea inside it
To be opened on the land


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<da:thumb id="597212650"/> mementowalls bear once-porcelain faces and know their suppressed stories
because raindrops are not heavens' tears
yet there has to be emphaty somewhere.
we are inhaling the scent of
cropped strands on the blood-laid Earth.
i collected your tears in diamond jar and kissed the wounds
because i carry
a salted death on a tongue.
i am
we are
screaming from both sides
of the mirror.


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