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Language will fuck you up.

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Froid

Id I do leads to honey moon honey dew honey do baby blue turn from you someone new makes untrue the old Ego

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Pro facie

[A friend/lover/now-ex of mine and I wrote this for fun by alternating, I named it in retrospect in light of the fun coincidences between its content and the events that soon followed its creation. I’m not bothering to distinguish authorship of each bit.]

Let's pretend that we're playing pretend You'll be you, and I'll be here and none of this will have actually happened. Ha ha, just a funny joke. A circus of faces tight-rope walking poles in mouths so none are talking speak and you will perish that explains a lot but a little is still a mystery treading taut twine 'til toes are blistery a blustery wind gets your cable all twistery

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Pringles Can

Take your damn hand out of the can, you're crushing them all y͟o͟u͟  won't even get one at this rate what do you mean it's stuck? just let go of the chips -no--just---just let go--no fuck, if I just- if you just let me- no! don't push further in, fuck! it's not like a chinese fucking finger trap. your eyes are bigger than your stomach your stomach is as big as your fist your fist is as big as your heart --you must be a fine damn person, but you've got a real chip on your shoulder. ba dum ba dum, ba dum ba dum, ba dum ba dum *symbol crash*

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Antinomer

Forever's shock doctrine doctoring moments post-hoc to shore up holes formed by skin's halving. The rest is for sail. hawking some wares, oar rowing nowhere having a row over where blame lies and what it lies about.

A fool's born every minute, not beneath selling and a minute foal's borne beneath saline knots while this sad git, this blue-hearted booby, tarries, tarring and feathering his arrows so that maybe next time they'll strike true. Every thistle has its thorns and a shrike's dog-whistle got him impaled on one again. Practicing now on mourning doves since love is for the birds.

Suffering succotash, that's it; birds are off my list.

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Pile of Logs

Wood is an essential part of the considerable amounts of wood construction period, wood was right up until the 1980s, wood

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De-Gauss

Today, I'm full of iron filings feels like any field could pull me hither or thither wither, I want to, or not Riddled with that that can't come together and can't exist alone. Everything's getting discoloured Where are the settings? This isn't writ in stone. Steal yourself, THE FLICKER'S coming breath in turn iron to rust breath out blood coloured dust breath in

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The Singularity

Incomprehensible curves in the dark. Light levants horizon, absconding, ensconced sun's absence standing stark against the lightness hearkened

And hearkening dune dried leathery skin. Hanged on your every sentence, a lyrical lynch mob standing vigilant, prevent the moment escaping into time.

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Centipede

Milling about Flailing in the dark Appearing suddenly as an intruding thought of one's failures and hated as much impeding my ability to sleep as my skin crawls in anxious eulogy. Too many legs to ever still. Always got one to stand on.

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Parking lot

Today, I'm a vapour. The cloud rising from cold water trying to escape your hot mouth after exertion. The fog on the car windows formed of an intense difference equalizing. Where's the hot mouth? Where's the cold window? Come on wind, disperse me!

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Poems for Airports

We went together to the gate, but I couldn’t get on the flight. Got my baggage checked, but it’s too heavy you said. Now I’m just laying in the atrium, looking at this picture of you. I thought I’d been holding my luggage tag, but I can’t remember now; everything’s smudged together. You can really lose yourself in a place like this. Sure could use some sage advice. When I got here, I opened up my traveler’s chest and out came a crow! Seems well fed. I’ve been too distracted to deal with it, but I’ve been listening on and off. It seems to talk to anyone that comes near, and it does a decent impression of me, too. All comers so far have been fooled, anyway, but they don’t seem too happy about what the bird’s saying. Maybe I’ll let it live in there from now on. Talk for me. I could just wait here. “How’s that sound? Flight or not, you’re my carry-on bird. Birds of a feather, we.” A murder. I wonder what it eats. The lights have been put out. Have I been here that long? Do airports close? This reminds me of that old Native American myth. I wonder if it was a return ticket.

(12/1/15)

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Old

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SOS

message kept bottled up stick a cork in it, then crack caps ‘til the pressure’s off crushing cans to see how much you get for recycling a night melting down memories. it’s all a wash awash in liquid bread and sauce trying to find treasure through fogged beer goggles always toggled to 'on’ flossing with string bean garnish to keep these varnished teeth clean swimming like a fish cooked until tender and running out of the same this bender’s moving wrinkles to skin from brain no more sake for fuck’s sake

what wine goes best with your life at stake? two middle fingers of wry.

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Birthday (False Alarm)

Can't breath I'm burning up belching smoke from a heart pumping fucking fire. I'm going to die you can only zest a lemon so much life gave me lemons, I made mincemeat. Fuck life? I wish, fucking tease 27 years of turgid tension Balls burning blue with the heat High-energy nocturnal emission spectrum Join the club. I'm almost there.

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GPS

It's cold, but I can deal with it I know that I'll be home soon a warm bed a warm heart It's got to be somewhere.

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It’s late, but that's alright better late than never I said not to wait up I said not to worry I'll come home.

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It's dark, but I know my way I've been here my whole life I'm going home. I must know the way.

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Arbitrary-radix digit tack-on!

Oh hey! I've made 100 bits now! I wonder how many aren't poems. Maybe I'll look into making a book so I can sell a single copy to my mom then use the excess as furniture. What's a good number of things to release a compilation? I haven't been doing this long and also have never really published anything.

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(R)Egre(t/ss)

(Another couple-month-old poem I found while getting rid of unnecessary stuff. This one was from an art gallery in Finland.)

To be known. Hm. To be known. To be known. It's a strange thing. And I guess that means it can't be. Things are, so they can't be strange. Strange that these birds don't seem to recognize me. Sure, they've changed a bit, but I still recognize them. or so I tell myself. Why am I wasting my time telling myself? They're the ones that need telling. I know. You tell me for me to stop being foolish We're not on speaking terms. Were we speaking of terns? I think I've taken a  turn. I'm getting warmer, I can feel it. hot! Red hot! 360°, or thereabouts. I think I've found something here Do I know you? That would be strange

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Aside

(Yet another poem that I found in some junk from my time in Finland this summer) I don't know these geese they're far away from home from me They won't accept anything from me I'm too far away from me for the geese to take me seriously I wonder if I lost something in transit.

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Fluff piece

(I found this while minimizing my possession a little more. From earlier this summer on the way to Finland. Pretty plane poem.) There it is! A clear pool of air, beneath which I can see floaters all the way down. There! Lambent cauliflower Twisted wool on the lam from the land Wisps wistfully suspended from the sea full of themselves sitting atop invisible shelves Oh! There it is! unspun floss filling in the lowest points lazily forming watercolour paintings