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They call her Tango the girl with naked eyes; whose feet kick up the stardust left behind from the lights of the night before the way she moves you want to slither down her velvet skin and nestle yourself in the black ribbons she wraps up in her unisex beanie she became a woman in juvenil... - Poetry > Free VerseBefore (blackholes) you saw pretty things in the carnage of a body dissected by the languages of lust before (the flower of Narcissus) you poured and flooded feeding your stale essence to the bountiless world yelling drowning like blumpopgargle to quote the lake that took you Before (u...
- Poetry > Free Verse12:01 A.M. Battery half dead; I sit and twitch at the moon who floods her icy night onto my bare skin- I sit and twitch like a fiend waiting for that buzz that next vibration on my cellphone that indicates I've received a new text I sit and crave the sensations each of my nerves int...
- Poetry > Free VerseOn the beach Are the souls of a stranger; Footprints And a shadow of a man Dressed in the sounds of midnight Whom I’ve seen lost beneath immortal suns before And still, they I’ll never speak to And yet I hear them— They come here to hear The autumn sparrows Sing their tales of flig...
- Poetry > Free VerseSydney said "save me from solitude" so she got on that plane and flew to France And within her voice you could see the hourglass being eaten with her beige blood thinning dripping like spring melting the glaciers that cut through hot, hot rock millenniums before human craniums...
- Poetry > Free VerseEarly Sunday Morning- with pavement as their pillow a pair of heavy eyelids whispered a last goodbye through the tears of a love your name bleeds through who fights to kill? day by day i know you do half a stranger you were a someone; a friend a brother, son, victim- 21 years in th...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe sun chip bag and the "Great Sand which" ad, battered and deserted obsolete of their previous purpose; now I've found them trailing solemnly behind me or in other words, my hearse...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt feels good to sit in the sun as she wraps her golden arms like a crown of thorns 'round that troubled head It feels good to sit and watch a seagull soar and land and make footprints in the sand and before the waves wash them away You feel good because you are the only one who knows he...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhat is this this intricate display this facade this ice cold heat.. day to day becoming more unrecognizable to familiar eyes fragile to see what is this? is it me?...
- Poetry > All PoetryI love her light, the one that spews from above like locks of golden magma burning my face; a blindness I pursue I love the stench and constant hum of fluttering feet suffering for months until the day they float from cue to cue I love the velvet, red rams that collide in to the fight leavin...
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