mindmuck~mutations

poems and stuff by: M. A. Petrow

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remnants even under bluest skies

the lingering

parts that fly away and parts that won't leave

( inside scorpio a noon of darkness looms;

living isn't fair but we adjust along the way )

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well hello there insomnia

have you been waiting up for me?

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unfinished lines

no, we’re not

but we could

and then

only if

maybe it’d be

what about

of course, that

yes, I do

do you

it matters

then let’s

before we

and then it

that would

I know, yes

I know, I

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her mouth

like white light through a prism I enter her, a single source only then, within her do I separate into colors

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of gentle force, of sucking tide commingling of flow and pulse of gripping seal, lubricated bond of curse-delight and unimaginables

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where voice is home, endearing cavernous and carnivorous circulation of heated truths and moisture of wants, of obsessions

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devourer, the snuggled fit ripe with love's deliciousness forevermore, the tingent verve my final destination and rebirth

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Florida dragon(flies)

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fragile things (2)

the fluttering of a leaf

the sound of sun declining

the tree in its coarse skin

my body, giving

the little creatures

a rustling, a scampering

the beast that I am, trespasser

a breath of lushness and decay

the uninhibited song

the tickling intimacy

the root like a vein through rich soil

the night and fragile things

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fragile things (1)

brown rice on the side / a dish shatters on the floor behind me / you recognize passing languages and accents / bottled water / the draping of your hair / cobwebs high on hanging ornaments / slower chewing / your seductive hands / one shiny distraction / glances and conversation / no dessert / teasing about percentages / holding hands is home for a moment / an alibi, called love / there’s no going backward anymore / tell me this / I want to hear it from you / the night / and fragile things

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reduction

in glorious cosmetic numbness under flaunted dyes obscenely spackled below mirrorball’d nights

how the sham-glam deteriorates into early morning puddles of costly hoax and lost ways

surrender now to dismay and grief the delayed fog that settles in unaccompanied and uninvited

this pharmaceutical-grade inclusion often received chilled at last call before the lights come on

and when they do

the world shrinks

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on edge

the other voice in your ear little seductions, suggestions

like strobe light persistence of flash then blindness

like a boxer’s jab over and over again wearing me down

like cold water dripping the torture of repetition slow, into madness

closer to the edge not falling, but closer

where fear and pain frolic

where I find myself little by little more without you

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morning kiss

temptress in morning light soft elegance in sigh approach music in delicate arrival first touch, euphoria

rhythm upon superlatives swelling deeper this intensity called hush in blooming silence when at once, that kiss

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spasm

contraction in fits an hour or so before sunrise

toxicity coming in lethal doses

I already hear the  voices, the voices echo

there’s a little darkness left in me this hour

I must savor it

before morning’s entrance creates a death I am unable to escape

whispering     step forward

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awakening to thunder and absence, still reveling in the flow of you

whispers in the ear that stirred such raw laughter and memories of kissing your chin, your elbow, your inner thigh

we received each other in waves of entrance, entranced by lubricated mores and yeses

an empty bed now

eggs for breakfast after first tastes of red curry at last night’s dinner when you thought you were too hard to handle

but silliness at your worst, adorable and genuine, and I handled you, didn’t I

at dinner, and afterward

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red

and then red appears gelled, drippings of lust like blood under fingernails those claws that rake desires down my back

red, deep like some throaty release, passion-borne, groin into chest onto spasmodic tongue. lively, feisty and daring

red, pleasureful susceptibility and allowance dire in the thrumming. the offer bent over, gliding, grinding. soft in desirous mid-moment smiles

red a curse-laced chant unbeknownst to your subdued bulk of life. the unaccustomed unaligned oh god oh ffffffuuuccckkk

then desolate, red a heart left behind when time runs out. a heart without body. incorporia

red the strength of holding on one more time, one more day. gripping. white-knuckled. raw and wrought; red, our

red melding

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helium

somewhere out there I’m away already

in another bubble a similar stranger smiles

bouncing jubilantly through the multiverse.

somewhere out there the invisible witness

describes love as brevity and pain as fleeting reality.

snap the finger and leave and arrive and leave again

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phase equilibrium

whereabouts on the walkabout are you but here and there you are, but are you

a boy confused, a boy aging a boy balancing childhood / manhood

in the heat of these days   these of   testimony and oath   these of   influence and independence

transitioning to and fro   body, blood and breath   struggling for equilibrium

maintain nothing, traverse unsettled you will move and move and move

shapeshifting, now

one thing defined

now, another

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the burning line

time is the lit fuse that cannot be extinguished

the invisible fire that forever lasts

I acknowledge the construct minuscule to immeasurable

in my hand I feel the passing, the weightless artwork moving forward

the day is numb to the night is numb to the day

I have love and loss I have joy and sorrow

each advancing ablaze then forgotten on the burning line