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I crave pancakes on a stick,
cloudberry mash and
reconstituted belly fluff,
lint tickling my curiosity
of rain that hover
and never fall.
I crave valid arguments,
valid lies in a truth-less world
with pancakes
— on a stick
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Every night, I watch you mount
reach for my outstretched arms,
fingers clasping, shadows dancing
in the humming darkness of night.
Every night, I watch you
and your faceless apparition,
seeking recognition of friend or foe,
before kissing everything
that is you.
Every night, I watch you heave
breathe life into the inanimate,
before the humming stops
as the church bell tolls
a cry for midnight.
Every night the same plight,
in darkness you depart
in darkness you ride
in darkness you come
before I open my eyes
to the perpetual silence
in the darkness you left behind.
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Don’t react to my message
You are my flesh and blood,
respond and reveal yourself
but don’t react, don’t react
to what I said, reply respond
but don’t react, don’t distract
the reasons for being.
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TW: Flashing Images
Stroboscopic lightning and needled firs,
you ride as I suffer the rage of cones,
sap rise and fall, backs bounce on boulders,
balls bounce, balls … bounce … bounce;
you ride the lightning, rip me to shreds,
then silence, stillness, only breath;
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I awoke naked and cold
in the land of shame and long shadows,
diapered in ignorance and innocence
amidst piles and piles of snow.
I sprouted naked and cold
in the land of shame and long shadows,
pursued by ignorance
amidst tender bitterness.
I grew naked and cold
in the land of shame and long shadows,
haunted by their hereditary rules
then flew the nest like a bird scorched
by a blackened Bunsen burner.
I wilted naked and cold
in the land of shame and long shadows,
became a man
lost in the ways of others.
I awoke naked and cold
in the land of someone else,
bewildered but dreaming of forgetting
the land of shame
— and long shadows.
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Audiences of paper cutouts,
inflated importance flailing,
every clap and cheer automated
to follow the whims of the creator;
clap clap cheer clap
clap clap sheer
– lunacy;
(clap clap cheer clap)
latex dolls, inflatable joys,
toys that speak in unknown tongues
a rope to safer shores;
(clap clap cheer clap)
silent confession booths
hierarchical and patriarchal,
we went hand in hand
faithless and unbound,
clapping all the way;
(clap clap cheer clap)
we barked at the moon,
until you began
your moaning intonation
— of deflation.
(clap)
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I wish effort would precede joy,
once achievement
twice victory and conquest
thrice joy and joy and joy.
I wish all could see greatness in others,
once patting the back
twice high-five and fist bump
thrice cheering, cheering, cheering.
I wish effort would give joy
joy pave way for achievement
achievement perceived as victory
victories shared and cheered
— ad infinitum
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Thoughts, dispersed drops of consciousness
dancing through daunting times; a vapour,
vaingloriously waltzing
in the darkness of a single mind.
Thoughts, consciousness left churning
by remnant echoes of torrid times,
distorted dreams mulled over, and over
in the darkness of a single mind.
Thoughts, drops
like gargantuan grains of sand
roughens the polished panes,
transparency for translucency
privacy to insanity
in the darkness of a single mind.
Thoughts,
consciousness,
the domain of a single unified mind;
dust tapping along to the beat
of one.
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There’s unrequited love
hidden between broken lines,
ineligible truths obfuscated
like poetry in really small font;
eyebrows waxed and waned,
lips attempting articulation
of those words too small
for any eye to see;
a minuscule Donne dancing
across bleached parchments
without rhyming couplets
for support.
There’s unrequited love
hidden behind every line of poetry,
under every song sung
and in every kiss
abandoned.