Monthly Archives: September 2014

A coral coloured cast.

My knight, I’m going mad in the shadows that the palm trees cast. Cast. Cast.                                        Casted, they were, for a play. Asked, they were, to vibrate like foreplay in the shadows we held over head. We were drowning in saliva … Continue reading

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my dear space, time will tell

i fear we won’t watch our facade cave in. amongst all my love, i really look forward to wearing coral lipstick. but last night, when you said you didn’t see my face paint, i’d wondered what else you were blind … Continue reading

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i’ve probably quenched your thirst by now…

i’d hate to blame my homework on cats but all those other demagogues are too preoccupied chasing fairytales– like, don’t you see your cloud overhead? i didn’t whisper, “thunder,” and i probably should’ve just to get you to look up … Continue reading

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only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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One Hundred Crystal Balls

Stand still– for this moment, you are blind in peacock feather eyes. You are doused in crystals, beaded in fortunes too new to be told– stand still. Stand still– for this moment, you have drained mosaic windows of their prophecies … Continue reading

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then tell me

remind me– écouter moi! tu n’parlez-pas any fucking language en enlish– english* englaise* mayonaise? “il n’est pas pour vous,” they say. they parlez, sure. but do i judge you by what they say? they say you are not for me. … Continue reading

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Who’s the Bitch?

                 Am I filled with helium                   or did the sticks fetch                 themselves? My head                       must be bloating                         and gloating…                                I assume       this humbled posture               has strayed me          hunchbacked as     a neutered … Continue reading

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As Silence Reflects

I click my bones against you to know my hollow. My skin shades in transparence until I am glass. I am fragile tainted glass; tinted, unworthy. My bones open for your transcendence. I welcome shatter. Please, your fire binds my … Continue reading

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My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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Grated Slate; Cocaine

I made you mountains. I pulled on plates of porcelain— and here                 are your black lines. And here is some white guy; The president of feces. I drew him                 of black lines. Now you draw into mountains                 … Continue reading

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