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Papilio
Papilio https://humdrumepicurean.com/2022/09/22/papilio/ — Read on humdrumepicurean.com/2022/09/22/papilio/
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Sonora, MA
Sonora, MA https://humdrumepicurean.com/2022/09/22/19/ — Read on humdrumepicurean.com/2022/09/22/19/
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Keys in Prose
Music made manifest within a right hand and a left foot. He sets his foot down upon the stop seeming to settle from one state to the next, begins to fiddle a melody with the right hand progressively more robustly accompanied by the left. It is as if this state was simply that which his…
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Rash
Stagger up and split the dice in two Roll to you with eyes cast left away Gardens kept under ceilings of blasted glass The small of your back reels to Botecceli- fully clothed // Oysters and hives and sweat Signatures too, held up in the pen you’re surprised I keep Hear me now in haze…
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Margaretha: Eye of the day
Teacher, How quick the winds in Java How blunt the blows And how deep the sea that closed your body round // Burnished in naught but a shield Impervious to so much of their poison. And to fear- in the end // Blow a kiss to the line Double back over legs that brought and…
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Bombyx mori
I cannot rage against the dying of the light- rage against the tide the callous or the morning // Early doors, she the veiled beauty glides Black silk in ribbons over palest skin And the dimple of a hip joint. the finest fingers veritably ravel back unto the spool. // Essence, fury, love, and loss…
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Movement of the young
Harden under foot as it begins to smell like a home Not of familiarity But of cum and bone and light- I so often squint under the new sun // punctuated by another shifting, a year spaced by twin pairs of parallel rubbered scuffs and a ravenous housing market Laced walks with eyes cast down…
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Wrung
The stench of it sickens the worms And the pull draws mountains and men Reimagined tranquility Down to your knees in it // I’d drown in it Gladly die in it Something else, innit // But for a curl and a dream and a whim Build up breeze blocks Bury the magnets in piles of…
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