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I will sacrifice delusionary doe eyes
a quartering of the caged books
locked in yellow armchairs in plaid blankets
cradle watchtower tongues slain rare
in the laconic king's lazy cochlea
take me out tonight and I will show you hours of stardust
where the Ptolemaic order has more truth
than the carnival of an intangible era
carnival of electricity carnival of saxophone
hooking the girls with the envelope dresses
it's not quite the mess it was before
we laughed into teacups and counted down
the hourglass on a chain around my neck
I will sacrifice retrograde diffusion
the tilted columns that hold up this grand cathedral ceiling
and turn off the lights.
a quartering of the caged books
locked in yellow armchairs in plaid blankets
cradle watchtower tongues slain rare
in the laconic king's lazy cochlea
take me out tonight and I will show you hours of stardust
where the Ptolemaic order has more truth
than the carnival of an intangible era
carnival of electricity carnival of saxophone
hooking the girls with the envelope dresses
it's not quite the mess it was before
we laughed into teacups and counted down
the hourglass on a chain around my neck
I will sacrifice retrograde diffusion
the tilted columns that hold up this grand cathedral ceiling
and turn off the lights.
Literature
jamais
the truth, as staunch and without ornament
as I can make it,
is that I did not want your love,
your voice rattling like the hoary whispers
of stars;
your dreams (rustling like cattails
and half-extended to meet mine)
were as foreign to me
as moonlight, concealed
in its various robes.
your sucking fireflies,
neon mothish words meant to draw me in,
flurried uselessly about me.
but now that your attempted eloquence
is more akin to the wick of a lamp,
charred and drowning in oil,
I may vaguely nod my head.
Literature
SecondsofDragonflies
[I]
days of disgrace;; secondsofdragonflies,
an HOUR in YOUR emaciated blondearms
a rustic(forlorn)hope;;for we can only live
in fortnights accompanied the full suit
broken linguistics of Autumnleaves with
deadly secrets to tell...
I'll watch your eyes/
painfully plan to predict/fuck this flirtation
up,,americanisations with DCquotation
and a FAIL mark. Duration of my emanc-
ipation is unecessary-unerving-anexity
riddled, like she said;
Literature
remuneration
there were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought of
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant w
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intoxicating word-smithing. i have mad admiration.