Elastic Inkwell

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Haiku 4

Once Midnight dreaming

Sounds found phosphenes in the hand

Tasted as though night

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Haiku 3

Ended candles tossed

Ants can have a hayday now

Sun and Moon are wax

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Haiku 2

Rain in Autumn spit

Reigned in on him as though thirst

Dirt put ear to ground

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Haiku 1

Wolves in staccato

Whispering at that mudslide

Flocking to the brink

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"As the crow flies"

Stranger & more rare than collectables sewn together

Bent over concerning feathered jestered postures

More so remnants of sound

between storms & blades of sand

Unique pointed hints that let shoulders stray

Convictions toward distances

Panting to interrogate distinct particles

in granular sinewy topography

wiry lines tracing shivers

epiphinal landscapes

magical conch shells whispering the dance of epilogue

never before having circled round,existed or, flown

gather them stones and pebbles up

flock together like rain scent to endure

pocket worthy as a lamplight might shine

sturdy as blistered boots that crept

pointed polished once on feet

now imagined as memory hardened by heels

worn as whimsical receipt

Us few spirit feathered

careen and plan for dusk

Make up the lust and key

Lock & thirst for ephimary

Whittle down sharp edges

gather shapes and colors

Assess altitude

Our memories are vowels and trinkets

We fly where the murder bow breaks

And as crows know where thunder

Casts magic for beaks to harmonize

As a single bird we peck at a single piano key

Covered by moss

When on the open beach

our talons together reach scales

to sing a spectrum of song.

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against the wall

throwing snakes

blurry-eyed

dim dive holy corner

of a sacred side street

remainder of the evening

wearing total outpatient

stumbling, immersing

remainder of the evening

against adjacent fires

laughter and interaction

anywhere I could be

recovery techniques remainder

of the evening maybe

moving sofas for friends

catching crabs for supper

in the lord's lockbox

philosophising

schooners that might sink

remainder of the evening

because of grotesque hauls

one of a kind indiscretions

but still wanting badly to monologue

the mathematics they found

cute in the world

remainder of the evening...

a part of something left over

maybe something was completed

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Excruciatingly keep something gross

in your pockets

close to embarrassment but, polish it

and deeply look into it

in the mirror

keep some trauma

put it in a chair

With legs that do not wobble.

every day will expect you

to scrape your gums of it.

every evening alone

before you can sleep,

speak to it for a moment

with the accent that demands

it get it's chores done.

when planning your next day's attire

wash your hands

If by the end of it all

Your feet hurt and ache

Put some tougher vinegar in your swagger

Remember the pilgrimage

It took the ancestors to ladder the saddle

Wet your whistle

In the sizzle that cooks humble pie

By the gristle of eras gone by

Take up in one hand

Solace of your remote control

Change channels or scroll downhill

Swipe to the left or the right

Toss and turn in the night

Just never forget the host

With the most toast

Is still just a song and a ghost.

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Current bookmark

holding the page

on Perdido Street Station

is a tinted left lense

that fell from a dusty

pair of sunglasses

my son found

on a walking trail

and brought back home

for some reason

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From Trees Fall Folklore

between decibels

unearthing all

at heaft of rebirth

nearly all at earshot

least one hive tunneling

to become sudden

near warming

reaching red thrumming

octaves stirred by degree

stern and sure

to slight and reach aria

throwing cadence to fissure

to the sandman's stone

dead seventeen

in sudden dialect

since salt exploration

cup closely hands

the outcry might ring temperature

we can't all be eaten at once

must not sleep

must swarm others

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80′s Halloween

Every Octobers’  floorboard

creaks shadow 

proclaiming inches

porchlights add flames

to flex our chests at amock

would squelch or squee

every October

to fill its belly 

busted after night fall 

to get rusted nails 

round that sweet tooth

those fingers gloved

the vivid wanting 

to be cut out of cloth

swagger, hairspray, and neon 

gotten from somewhere 

didn’t come home 

til’ Ben Coopers’ werewolf was cracked 

and tattered from savegery

til the pillowcase filled 

every October still loved me

all red and gory with candy

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Arthur Spun a Coin

       fill a cup and vague 

over our shoulders at something new

run the Louvre

      small fingers tracing of

 light along one tall window pane

 briefly chiaroscuro

briefly intently  dreamers

   watching your feet

inside above 

cinammon dust            breathe

       & outwardly 

batting precious lashes

thinking and.....,     seven stories below 

rods and romantic kisses 

cones and clarinets

that which makes of daylight orange

even Ms. Karina 

the whole Manhattan colourful

Could spin footsteps

see us dance 

a band of outsiders

throwing darts at rain

nine minutes, forty three seconds

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Imogene electric red-haired cursive

Witness did she enough sunrise

the dusk, the gracias 

must’ve danced 

and only told the train conducter

nightfall with teeth

rhapsody some high 

magician of Summer 

and fried catfish 

and garden strawberries

in a big Lincoln Towncar

a hand written letter of a lady

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“Didn’t make it top heavy,

we didn’t all want the same thing.

So, it allowed us all to think a little broader

and feel a little broader

because, uh... we were experiencing

other peoples experiences.”

                                                    -Willem Dafoe

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Paintbrushes

Tilted downward haloed

stairwell 

jarred under trickle

tattered down well

a window nook

whispering ribbons

chromas’ dregs 

crimp into drain

percolate iridescence 

Gateways Club

feathers splitting

sauntering to crease 

King’s Road echo cellar 

worn-well shoes

stuttering now

stolid thrumming heel

between fumes of gravitas

spattering color

out wild oblique

ink hanging ferrule

doing suffering swagger

still upright saluted 

cheered

no orphan mythology 

left splayed alone

bristles thrum to rinse

belly and toe and swim swim swim

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