coopsy

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shrine for a spider

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Kassandra! 😍🙏💪🦅

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more

along the lines of a bird race, the first and only time

ever more popular and bulbous

licking the clouds from the

sky - a man will find his

time to

run from the life he built

out to the river to die, the

martyr lies in the silt

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i’m back after a loooooooong hiatus

made another blog, didn’t get any followers, went back to this one

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as the foreign theater births me onto an asphalt street - then, I may contemplate the uncharted -

when I am already at its feet.

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A portrait of what I’m looking at 01

surrounding me is a sea of beige, flat,

i see through windows with slats,

more colors, yellows and reds and blues,

pervading the atmosphere.

a world of many hues

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on tanning, and the distant future

i am to be baked by this sun

in the oppressive afternoon, that

golden glisten

shining singing

seared 

scorched

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A portrait of what I’m looking at 02

“judy empire

new material”

in green, floral, organized pieces, strewn about

like my own foundation, but not quite to scale

under a red american tourist(er)

gazing at plastic over glass, twisted to different levels of light-letting

hesitancy

red and black stripes, vertical, to break the reign of the blinds

warning:

a desk’s wooden corner

Barfly

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I forgot about inktober - here is day 1

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Day 4

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I took my therapist to lunch one day

we rode a steel train in the rain

he shook all night as I stroked his head

and I laid him down in a coal miner’s bed

he turned to me, and through all his pain

said out loud what he’d entertained

coughed up all the dirt he’d claimed

and said “look at the ways we’ve changed,

look at the ways we’ve changed.”

we got off the train and continued to roam

and further and further we strayed from home

so a few weeks later we tied the knot

and two years later he got shot

so it’s back on the train I lie

looking up at the mackerel sky

remembering our last goodbye

he said “I’m waiting for my turn to die,

I’m waiting for my turn to die.”