Love
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Champagne Darkness
I want to wake up to a fire Out there, in those champagne skies Where my impending death Is but a sketch, an outline Circling the globe all stratospheric Love trailing behind Like a wet, creamy comet They don’t want to touch anymore So I climb the high brick I look out to sea I… Continue reading
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The Hotel Room
There is a dark hotel room, and the butter hearts of paradise dawn come rushing through like maniac bullets. There is her beating heart, living beside me in dreams of blue, majestic light, somewhere out far in desert kiss of red. I look up at the nondescript ceiling. Bumps of white now muted in the… Continue reading
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Eve 13
There are faces in the cold Staring back through the snow Heart blood love letters tracing the stars of space I am alive inside beautiful girl But the traffic takes me away The noise, the lights, the mad rushing all fever and pitch If to just hold you in second’s dawn In a moment of… Continue reading
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Snakes and Stripes
I had a dream that I got bitten by a snake Down in the Chicago rail system That shining silver cacophony of teeth and steel The people and the lights The sounds and the smells of uncivilized civilization Life hustling there Love bustling somewhere high up Fast, out of control We’re out of control Us… Continue reading
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Mandarin and Bergamot
Sunlight splashes through the windows The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda Throw shadows across the white tablecloth The ice cubes float there like glaciers Flares of white and ocean blue We’re having lunch on the 11th floor in Oslo Fancy menu, fancy place Quiet, not many other people there Some soft talking… Continue reading
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Soul House
There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves, turned sour and clotted in the mud. The road was lined with black trees, leaning in, almost like an arch, and at the end of the road rose up a white house – old, a… Continue reading
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The Last Love
I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through the storms loves me through everything no matter my faults, my scars she’s my last love the only one ever meant to be beautiful beyond beautiful and I hold her in my heart every single… Continue reading
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The Moon Has Its Own Scars
The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars if they’ve lived any, if they’ve breathed any, loved any, hated any. I stood out in the yard last night because the moon was big and bright, and all those scars were visible to me… Continue reading
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Awkward Llamas
She is fireworks over a city that sits like candles torchlit and like flames. She is a walk on a quiet street in the dark with murals of Dylan in her head. She is quiet glances out a window, sleep drifts, warm against me in the rain of our devotion. She is life as I… Continue reading
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The Baker
The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake up so early. What would it be like not to have to press out into the day when the sun has barely begun to breathe, and the world is painted a worrying, cold blue. He… Continue reading
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