dander

 

‘dander’

 

collect the corners. truth is i can’t stand you. clotting spaces you think i don’t look but there you are. hoarder of retreats i set aside. drawling footfall drawn further than the extraction from drunks. destroy my senses while living in a deficiency all your own. what a life to have entered into. what a shame to drain the expectancy from my sad sack of bones. i signed the dotted lines of my own dna but never the fucked extrapolations from your cells. there’s more than a broom-full to be swept from the course of things but i can only reach so far back along this karmic timeline much the way i can’t retrieve common sense from within your head.

 

dander:

skin flakes in an animal’s fur or hair

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agglomerative

 

‘agglomerative’

 

daisies push from the trigger finger. i could have blown my brains but crapped the bed. i could have been a shadow now i’m just a stain. the murderer ties the boots. the killer flees without shoes. i’m stuck with the short end while my fucks get beaten by a stick. wipe the cock tip when it leaks yet ignore the mouth. change the sheets but leave the wash building inside the head.

 

agglomerative:

clustered together

but not coherent

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basement

 

‘basement’

 

mother doesn’t understand my profession. family holds their tongue. i’m reminded of strung hours in your futile ways while my own hands self-sacrifice till numb. down here the damp wreaks havoc waiting on blooming bones while booze goes slugged in detoured moments alone. all forget i claim a crown to king of men. i pave the ways without words to be said. as it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end. and so i wait. feet propped atop the table. a shiv sharp smile assiduously concealed.

 

basement 

a low state, rank or condition

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muscle relaxers and bourbon to bed

 

‘muscle relaxers and bourbon to bed’

 

my body a theater of late

here the truths and

its unconscionable current.

i despise me.

i despise the way

the closeness comes tarnished.

lying woke, and watching,

a slate of consumed expression,

in-between of my eyes

sharp or dull

either and both at once;

east to west i rise to fall,

an absence i want this world.

in this state i lack gravity,

i am sand

i am lamp exhausted

i am troubled child’s approach

i am trembled limb

          splintering under the careless bird.

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extra

 

‘extra’

 

tonight indignation listens to me solely

but only when billy bush

is not speaking.

sometimes i worry

my mind will explode in a spray

of deep verses but the television

can always be counted upon

to pull me from the precipice.

it has not turned 8pm yet and

already i am bound for bed, alone,

and like the lampshade,

holding back my light.

my truest time comes

when i close my eyes.

billy? i lost any hope of stardom

a long time ago

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buddha

 

 

‘buddha’

 

so apologetic just for the record

you say i do you

when do you ever

say you do me

we’re so divided
we’re so united

i’m eating crow tonight

to keep the peace

i’m so buddha

i am so miracle

not losing my senses

this seems senseless

such a song on record

sing it back you do

when have you never

nothing so hidden

the sun, the moon, the truth

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

the sun, the moon, the truth

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

i rise, i fall, i escape you

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things you learn in the dentist’s chair

 

 

‘things you learn in the dentist’s chair’

 

so much gets stuck under the surface

you think you’re clean until something hits

just the wrong way

then you want to rip it out.

we go on about our daily lives

an accumulation beneath our noses

the smile never shows what is hidden

neither do we hear

what is held under tongue.

it is possible to feign a nap

but regardless the bright light

will roll the eyes and

we feel more naked with a messy mouth

than we do stripping.

saying see you in a few months

seems a bit too much

can’t we rinse the blood

wish good luck

take a bite from something else?

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daylight savings

 

‘daylight savings’

 

tomorrow goes an hour lost

where goes all cast away

chasing down ghost remains

no saving grace to lengthened days

love’s secrets shared beneath leaves

what steals back to tides of seas

can i say i still want you

can i say you still hold me

at this time nothing spins right

how much longer spinning wrong

another cycle spring ahead

please don’t please don’t

please don’t fall behind me again

a pulse needed to break this ice

melt down reshape to something else

can’t see the forest for the trees

please don’t please don’t

please don’t fall behind me again

for all this light

please don’t please don’t

please don’t fall behind me again.

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vagary

 

‘vagary’

 

it’s not like i saw this coming but i sure as hell put it out there enough. signal like a streak of sun. when young mother would say careful or you’ll get hurt. now the call has been answered and twisted limbs are all i crave. these beacons bouncing between chests and i’m waiting for one of us to drop the broadcast but we’re not. we’ve reasons like forests yet when one screams the other listens and no matter the deaf you may face you’ll never catch sight of my back. toss babe to water. they’ll learn to swim. you’ve robbed the breath from my lungs but i’m still kicking until the moment you pull me back in

(do not let me surface again).

coddled as a child i’ve already died dozens of times but i pray by your hand i’ll finally cross over.

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vagary

an unpredictable instance; a wandering journey;

a whimsical, wild or unusual idea, desire or action

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vacuum

 

‘vacuum’

 

here’s the thing about lonely

you don’t need sun

for it to follow

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