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copenhagen
Pick up I an elixir of a cigarette Copenhagen streets smoke it sun against the music of embroidery in cement rare irrational duck and the plumes of twirling cathedral bridge suddenly the waves...
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open window
perspired in ripple dragged by impetus over vain terrain of event a paper full of waste is dropped into water it lives determined burgeoning like a flower we flush while the ash still clings to the...
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hues of time
I remember the night I left the cold earth hum and smoke leaving the table I recall drunk yellow mirror clean as a koan in the midnight laughter after a few exhausting sighs I remember being of wood...
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g’night
I will sleep tonight cargoless adding only to my lightness the thickening trickle of a trance to behold the failing world cradled by darkness such is my noiseless faith to whom belongs today when it...
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How would any sensitive soul react to this Fate?
I could have loved the fire and hummingbird little winters stacked and trembling my hand wild and rodent treading the earth but looks like young time nothing is nothing my prayer being when death...
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as a man
as a man stepping intangibly on shadows over illusions one more man that wishes to scar the universe one more man defiant, futile and ergo drunk a man without claw or reason still looking for a single...
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of perception
The raw brown of this wood the brown seed of the book the brown organ of the smoke I move like yellow tint of dust around the room by balconies of thought swift tactless morsel of some body I came to...
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a stroll
I observe man as an attempt as pantomime as desperate confabulation to be what it knows it cannot be a perfectly trimmed beard a perfectly shaved pussy a chameleon’s last color to camouflage its lust...
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to sit
But to sit inside to mourn the faint flame of the tongue a domain bursting with curl don’t move these eyes they soon thunder behind two happy lips asleep to sit uprooted of her hairs not beatific by...
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echo
I have a bubble of music swelling inside: the silent walls, the cold structures of silence. It is a tiny flame of sound, a flickering leap upon the smooth slabs of concrete. I saw the snow today fall...
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Travel: I wanted mistery
I wanted mystery. Huge black eyes drawn to a mystic smoke. The electricity of the rock. The mantra of the beast. I wanted to be crushed and cursed by the flames of misery. I come to India to hunt for...
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to be absurd
To be absurd from feeling to toe, I’d punch the snow to disfigure the torso of beauty to join the mad soliloquists the drunks and hopeless angels with whales swimming in their eyes of quivers. Rapidly...
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oblivion obliged
When Midas asked Silenus what fate is best for a man, Silenus answered: “Pitiful race of a day, children of accidents and sorrow, why do you force me to say what were better left unheard! The best of...
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I have discovered nothing
I have discovered nothing no potent spasm in truth’s tinge no certain depth in writhing divinity I have no enlightenment no broad scar laid on the slope of thought no electrifying branch igniting the...
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towards a quiet curve
The first day the mechanism was hard to endure as kissing one’s objectives goodbye. Really, you’re lost and sick with ennui. If years are all that’s left, better die in a second. Ever after, total...
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Pose for me
Take off your clothes. Peel off every last layer. Squat, further down. Place your left arm over your left knee. There. Bend your upper body to the right. Just there. Right foot a tad over to the...
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when the cities collapse
Set the feeling down. Like a stone you brought from outside from an neglected garden. Let’s be naked, gooseflesh and fling you thoughts (true or delusive) as your dirty lingerie, by the couch I...
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on a white couch
Poetry doesn’t prove a thing. It disproves the authenticity of language, the permanence of meaning and the universality of reason. Suddenly, I thought, on the couch, while reading a history of...
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no memory of shine
I must convince you of the truth that I often see soften the beam of light that unites the things of thought. I must have you agree with reality which evaporates desire on skin’s petal. I ask you to...
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A man walks into the store
A man walks into the store and buys a pack of smokes. You see him leave and get into his car. Drives home and smokes one. You’ll never see the man ever again. That’s how it goes. But the next day you...
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