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Dustin, 22, dbdevilliers.com

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ursa minor

you see another out in the nowherewhere by rights there should be noneand what are they doing out herewellwhat am I doing out here. the bear is more afraid of youthan you are of it.and the man thinks the bear thinks:the man is more afraid of tooth and clawthan I am of 165 grain soft nosed bulletsand the bear thinks: well of coursebecause you know what claws are.what the fuck is a bullet.in the…

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A Town Repeated Elsewhere

reflection in a black brackish oilslickfull spectrum of visible light a nice thing—beautiful evenbut only if you don’t know what it iscars cut parallel tracks into the streetrainwater on asphalt snick snick wishjewel studs off mirrorwings bleed intopiss yellow saltlighted nightthe distance enormous each paceasymptotic double that of the nextrain to sleet to snow and all quietsspeckled orange orbs…

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trivial events in non-trivial systems

wisdom is the alchemical product ofknowledge and painover time.lots of time.it’s a long walk in a circle.it’s the realization that you will repeatyour mistakes, and in realizing, firmlyresolve otherwise, which promptly-brokenresolution is of course a mistakerepeatedly made.it’s the terror that your children will notmerely repeat your mistakes, but will makeworse ones, and that you’ll stand…

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swing and a miss

she saidyou don’t know how to talk to girlsand I saidtrying to sound cocky I guesssometimes I wish that were true.she was right and she was wrong.I don’t know how to talk toanyone.

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On The Interior Lives of Insects

I do not know but I do know that when Iknow I’ll know itthe world spins faster and faster, flattensto a disc, a symbol applied like a grinding wheel torustspots in the larger frame of thingsbut the wheel won’t beat the rate of rotand we are drifting much too far apartwhere light cannot crossand the wheel fragments in a shatter of shootingstars.descriptors of set and scene.the sun goes up and down…

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Trinity

if for a moment you can breathe, steadyyour spinning headhold this solitary thought:a moment might drop by andsay hisay hi back.the world is old and heavyresilientin its image we might be made.you know what this cost. you paid.you earned what it cost.this is how this is supposed to work.we scratch around bugwise on itsskin. lush forest and oceansweat salt skin. everyone wants to be part of…

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framing to obscure edges

the poet affects practiced inflectionsas he reads, giving the impression that thewords only just now came to himon the spotnicer genesis than the dusty subterraneanstonedrunk unwashed tombroominto which they were actually birthedprematurely, alwaysscreamingfeebly andsickly thin.

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A Case Is Made For Dustin's Roof, Jury Impressed But Ultimately Unmoved

a pretty picture drawn on rawhidebloodybacked on the reverseand you should see the wall behind it.the wall says: hi! I am the wall. I hold upthe roof. and the roof says: hi! I amthe roof. I hold up the sky. or I hold it backrather. don’t want to face the skywithout my intercession. eye of godwon’t look kindly on the things thathappen here, no sir, I am theroof. I shield you from unblinkingbrother…

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Prime Mover

I will stand and I willweep and I will shed my skinsomething new will shine throughI will commune with my god inlowercase and he too will weep.his skin, too, will slough from hisstooped form, staggered by theweight of what he wrought.it kinda goes against canon, doesn’t itbut what if god is equally confusedsome kid watching his antfarm somehow set itselfon fire, watchingand wouldn’t it be…

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For Niki—In Lieu of a Text

hey nik been a minutedoubt I’ll text you so I’m doing thisyou never read these anyway, did youanyway, hope you’re well.heard you started working where I used to workit’s not a bad job.I’ve had worse.I went and got sober again. going on fivemonths already now wowlost the benz oopsmy mind too, lost that for a whileit sucked pretty bad.missed you, might even stillmiss you, but I don’t think I’lltext…

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isn't life cheerful

the song says: isn’t life smallisn’t life so smallisn’t life longisn’t life simplethis is where the song plays:the song plays in a room burrowedinto themoonthis is who lives there:a paperskinned man lives therehe sweats in the yellow bulbshine he’scoming apart and the song saysisn’t life smallisn’t life simplethis is what the world thinks:doesn’t it look small down theredoesn’t it, down there,…

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Partial Sonic Eclipse of the Sun

see the film:see the screen gray and crackedsomeone stole the bulb out theprojector, burned the reels for heatwho cares, the world endedit happens all the timehappens all thetime see this:see my failure to understandmy pitiful impotent ragemy old words, my dreams, dreams andwords, and this is a splittingagain, time and also aheadache in cold hands, soles of feetsweaty salt the splittinghead in…

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Aphelion

It didn’t feel quite likeanything at all, which you would’vefound terribly apt, terribly fitting inretrospect. It was quick, a fewseconds into the floating in yourbrain and usually you stay attached—some kinda psychic tether to thecorporeal form, but of course thistime the ambulance was quick butsomething else was quicker, andyou never woke up. And the world is avery beautiful place, I think, and…

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Who Dares Wins

I’m terribly afraidso very afraid all the time, seeI can throw a punch and I canfire a pistol and I can drinkmore than anyone I’ve ever knownand those are some things I’m afraid of.I guess it takes a lot to not.Here are some of the things I can’t do:I unfortunately cannot catch a bulletand if someone punched me in the gut with conviction right now I’d probably go downand if I stop drinking right…

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Drowned Runners

I was thinking earlier today, when I put ona sad song to listen towhile smoking the cheapest cigarette soldand it felt cinematic and I thought aboutwhat my funeral might look likeand what song I would ask them to playand then the thought occurred to meof fifteen people or so standing around abox of me, awkwardly, and ahole while something Ithought would be nice plays on aBluetooth speaker and…

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When I'm Gone

When I’m Gone

when I’m gone I’ll need a few thingsthere’s supposed to be a surgeryit’s supposed to work but Iknow in my heartwhen I’m gone someone has tolook after my sisterI need someone with the threat ofviolence which was usuallymy rolewhen I’m goneI’ll need someone to apologize to mybrotherI know why he doesn’t love me but I stilllove himI can’t seem to bring myself to do it nowand when I’m gone and the…

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Yellow-tooth unsmile

Did you guys know I used to write poetrya hundred thousand years ago I wrotea poemonly one I ever wroteI thought it was beautifulI thought a lot of things were beautifulonce upon a time a million yearsago I thought words meantanything, and then I drank alot and a lot of people had todie and I don’t fucking knowwhy I wasn’tone of thembut I wasn’t, and so what now a long long time ago I wished…

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