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Tornado Warning

Distant, coursing, surrounded by a gust. Those winds, do I miss them? Harbouring onto a plank made for two bodies, I know of two bodies. Of water, of air. I shiver– I shivered in the darkness. Control, shift, delete those … Continue reading

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Nothing but the Stem

I painted him with six fingers for reasons I can’t confess. (It’s for the way oil chips off of glazed wood,   sanded between thighs…) I wish I never closed my eyes to his– the greenest. For his was the greediest … Continue reading

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Syncing in Baths

He stranded me in ultraviolet pick-storms surrounded by satanic crosses on Lincoln avenue. Addressing the concert hall required decoding 666. One more 24 to 2424… it all starts making sense! Riddle this, pull out your tarots: I was two-thirds dressed … Continue reading

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Step into the Coffee Shop

              I adjust to the fragrance and wish                   my mind would speak clearly                      so my tongue could blister                                —perfection—               But I’m thrown off by such stoicism               and allow for sighs to be exchanged               through a meet                                     and greet                                               and depart                   accompanied … Continue reading

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Siravyadha

Bloodied moons reap in iris’ through whispering clouds over the hollow night. His placid gaze reflects a ring around the rosy. My pneuma is wounded as I am contrast of onyx skies. Only I am attainable, with charcoaled center– brittle … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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‘Wôkə,bout

He is dangerously prophetic; Potential far beyond this town But walking only takes him so far– Especially with eyes on the ground. His persistent flee from ambitions Is a poltroons reaction to fate. Languished by the sidewalks Cracked by no … Continue reading

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Faithful for April

I opened my curtains And saw those incandescent lights… They whisper for me when the well has run dry And your reflection is lost again; Faithful for April. If you ever listened for silence, You might have understood How the … Continue reading

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No Post on Sundays

Send me paper planes that take me hours to unfold. Your courier use to be new but now I’m stuck (like when you first sealed that envelope) Memorizing a code that’s not meant to be cracked, So I caress the … Continue reading

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Their Eyes

Her reflection is rotting in blues To think she was nothing more than a muse. And projections of distant memories prove That such a conclusion lies in such truth Despite the difference of their iris’ hue: An endless black hole … Continue reading

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