under their lids, growing black.
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Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost
I wake up sucking the footprints of toiletsIn jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees.A dog appears in call letters on my skin.Twin worlds, who exchange threats via scoreboardI rival this night, this fight to the deathWith enough leftover, ooze for twosies yet.Either even, I wish I could put on take offMy clothes without first saying…
His task to watch an hourglass wash itself,
Though no purification’s new enoughTo nullify the need for such labor–Prior soon to repeat, platonic clone,He should have practiced that horizonVocation, camouflage, opening hisArms wide the better to hide. But of courseIf the flesh is fire, bones are the kindling:Still there but aching to be unbeliedBy the lover, unbellied as breaths heldUntil all the minutes…
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Meadow of matchsticks,
by Spring the incendiary.The exact flame of your blossomswill ignite the passionshappily sapped by time–Dripdrop their excess wentand now miners’ hatslight up like love beforeyour vein, the frame of whichis there to depict the drift,the waste when I paintedall the review copiesthey sent me. But those booksopen to polar pages where youand I weigh the…
Speak like a singularity, a lack
past the point keys can jab: against all thrustmake safe-ensure your door’s core is held back,for reckless access to that pure centerquarks more quintessence than taking exitsfrom those pried voids whose secret quickly sates:ubiquitous if Space presses Enter.Which inadmissible sill still calls loudwith imagine: our skeleton keepingeach such portal neither open nor shut,unhoused of that…
Always your face like a space
Empties its mote of closeup traceDown screens that blink blank blipSomewhere between countdownAnd coma time is a lineWhere waking centuries oftenDrained against that measure we findOur blood redshifts (direction: west)Until film can clone one sunWith stars both whole and goneAttending every sequelWe pray for an intent equalTo our interest