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ambivalence
it seems that I have lost
my senses,
dripping corduroy blue:
a glass of condescension
and I'll deny everything you've
said.
somewhere between the pastry paint
and the religious
beads of sweat
from your lips to your navel
I've trapped myself
in a cage I lost the keys to.
this is where insanity begins:
too much attention
wasted on the wallpaper
and hours spent meeting anything
but your eyes.
as i'm cradled in the circulation
within alcoholic corks
and blue headlights
your voice tapping at my senses,
your lips replacing mine.
the secret is that I cannot do enough screaming
to drown you out
and I can't be quiet enough
to
Literature
fever.
january;
hips are grinding together like the
fence posts at dovers' bay. the
colours are static against my snow-
flavored skin. now, the time is late,
every hair smothered in ashes of
bones and melted salt-butter. i am
reminded of the beach, rolled over
and over in the dance of viscous
gems. fever spreads like the fictional
tale of the muse, hips are grinding
together like the revelations of
the fever, the fever in the bay.
every soul should know; there is
no fever in january.
Literature
relapse
this, I think,
is the way that empires
fall.
there are sometimes
catastrophes—
Vesuvius, Alexandria—
but I will not go out
in such an explosive fashion
this time.
my second death
is preceded by decline,
slow and inglorious;
erosion working its
weary charm
upon my architecture.
the difference is this:
disaster is unprecedented.
it is a noble sort of way to fall,
at the hands of that which
you could not control.
but I am allowing myself
to crumble to dust.
the forces of entropy
have not strengthened:
I have simply stopped cobbling myself
back together.
someday, archaeologists
will discover my ruins
and sigh
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I don't know how you do it, again and again. Much love 