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@savatoons
everything is a number. the cumulative quantity of all the things that we have done.plus or minus various circumstance.the hills appear steepest when viewed from either the top or the bottom. we are creatures of perspective. drowning in our own words. tripping over our own tongues. constantly multiplying and dividing. a virus that infects itself. we are victims of our own gravity. unaware that…
Returning Home
This blog began as a departure from where I usually write. It was a means to break away from my usual persona and explore other avenues of poetry that were different from my usual style. It has served that purpose well. But I think it’s time to focus exclusively on the original core that has always been my inspiration. What I’ve composed here has been a meaningful experience, but my real home has…
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Schrodinger's Expectations
we calculated the apex of our contrition. the fragments of our consent. adrift in the primitive of our grief. only alive because of our wanting. breathing through the tiny slits in our cages. mesmerized that something so small could destroy everything. time told its stories. all broken utensils and half digested meat. choice overcame us. the box remained closed. we didn’t need to look inside it…
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Broken Ironies
the miles spent us. errant coins in empty pockets. our choices wore us. heavy overcoats with all the buttons torn off. we spoke softly as the world shouted at us. the truth peddled its deceits. a sudden storm. intense enough to drown. brief enough to forget. we dug into the corners. fumbling with grief’s math. as the numbers betrayed us. the distance danced in its flowing gown as it sunk its…
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Vacant Chemistry
the evidence was ours to manipulate. the choke of torn pockets. the epiphany of charming strangers. little dolls with open zippers. spoiled by what’s inside. little feet in heavy boots. teasing the precipice. orphans with fists full of sparks. building houses out of matchsticks.
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Sudden Rainfalls
the end is an intrusion. numbers in tattered notebooks. names in smeared lipstick. we are solved by our arrogance. all our questions spiderwebs. suffocated by the corners in which we hide. ignorant time machines befouled by our choice of passengers. we keep count. as if there is any way to measure. we stab at the darkness. imagining there is light inside it.
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Temporary Intersections
seldom arrows pierced her guile. tender songs muted by a lingering silence. the hunter stumbled toward its prey. the distance closed like a zipper on her skin. nothing new, yet everything changed. feeble gods in torn capes banging their wands against the top hats they keep us in. the years discarded us. sour candy left to melt in the sun. the distance collapsed. paper bridges in a hurricane. we…
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Dull Thorns
she kept listening after all the ghosts had gone to bed. for the laughter of chains. for the choke of choices. her answers much too quiet as their questions stomped their feet. the distance made its edits while she tore out the pages. every touch a potential thief. the world swayed. crippled by its tenderness. fragile windows negotiating with the rain. every coin spent on names she can’t recall.
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Counting Backward From Never
the tender horizon discarded its gown. places snaking through us like tangled threads. the distance hungry for another fragile destination. we’re quiet as the hours place their bets. merchants of time. mercenaries of conceit. sick with the diseases that pretend to cure us. pale magicians in heavy hats. determined thieves with pockets full of broken promises. still we whisper someday. even as…
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Atmospheric Conditions
we were so deep in the earth. and yet the sky bent down to reach us. empty attics. shattered doors. on collapses houses. we were so pale in our purchase. still the colors came in a flood. temporary lies that had become permanent. the storm was brief, but everything was ravaged. we stepped over the fallen pieces. the previous structure no longer valid. we turned our coins inside our pockets.…
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Appetites
we turned on the confessions of time. stalwart orphans in the apocalypse of how. thieves ripe on the tendrils of desire. choice snarled. hungry for victims. we crawled out of our fangs. helpless and ferocious. monsters with the faces of men. the hunt took us away from ourselves. a permanent eclipse. we bargained with the darkness. giving everything away in search of a light that had long since…
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An Auspicious Apocalypse
now we weep for the end that has betrayed us. pedestrians stranded between our first step and our last. stained by the ink of touch. no words. just all the choices that violate. the subtle monsters crawl under the sheets. the pretentious heroes discards their capes. softly we wander through the floods that are now receding. eager to suffocate. our pennies pierce heavy pockets. sharp with wishes…
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The Profits of Flesh
the empty corners were patient enough. that we almost forgot they were there. little splinters embedded in the flesh of time. the machine tensed as we slipped off the brake. all our choices a euphoria of panic. the void measured us in the only way it could. soiled sheets in beds we no longer occupy. we spent our lies on promises we could never keep. until we were bankrupt. the truth went…
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The End
we fumbled with the shapes. the truth humming in our heads. we swelled with the choices. as the flood stole our last breaths. we were so tired. we slept together on those soiled sheets. and we were so grateful when we woke up dirty. we counted every hour as it betrayed us. we perished in each other’s apocalypse. and i’d do it again.
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