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Getting dressed: a closet full
of inappropriate outerwear.
There's nothing in there to cover
the bare nakedness of my heart.
The Today Show's
violent home invasion,
brutal exploitation of dead
Syrian babies gaping,
taking last gasps
in the aftermath of gas attacks,
emphatic talking heads,
brain rapists force-feeding
us breakfast, bombastic
prattle, graphic, measured
spoonfuls of fear. We are exposed,
no clothes to cover or protect us
from the elements. Naked
as newborns, this morning
mourning humanity, adorned
in helplessness tailor made
to suit our denuded populace.
of inappropriate outerwear.
There's nothing in there to cover
the bare nakedness of my heart.
The Today Show's
violent home invasion,
brutal exploitation of dead
Syrian babies gaping,
taking last gasps
in the aftermath of gas attacks,
emphatic talking heads,
brain rapists force-feeding
us breakfast, bombastic
prattle, graphic, measured
spoonfuls of fear. We are exposed,
no clothes to cover or protect us
from the elements. Naked
as newborns, this morning
mourning humanity, adorned
in helplessness tailor made
to suit our denuded populace.
Literature
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
Literature
Rosemary and Lemongrass
I'm caught between myself and her again couching at the entrance
She promises to pull me back into the cycle I got out of
I'm a bag of myrrh between a bosom of rosemary and lemongrass
Down the alley floats a fragrance that I follow - I can't resist it
O she dresses the sheet cinnamon aloe
I'm the bull and a fool to be pierced by her arrow
Like a bird to a trap you would wish I'd know
With her hands on my eyes the trains barreling close
Through the lattice, from the window, O observer do you watch me?
I'm an old man, but a young naive soul armed with lust, please stop me
From the wayward way, I know it's wrong but
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