Tag: loss
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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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tchotchke
Wire thin up and springy at angles space here through twisted coil Hardened and bent by the frame // To throw the knot with another Overlap and hook and tangle Tough in learned recoil Unto malleable assemblage and chucks with softer edges // Sing amidst kilns and porcelain wildcats And jump in the city of…
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Silva Regis
Upon the throne of epistemology Fixed. postured. Grave center of orbit and web // I reside here, too But transfixed in benighted groves ringed in steepest rock. // the dark- proud and anxious fawn Chased by the dogs of unknown masters // Through gaps you’ve been seen However blurred in movement And altered by heated…
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The land-once pulled tight across
The land-once pulled tight across Now tarries on descent The canyons, craters, the crust is crowned Magma still pulses the deep // Rapid to myters stall the keyboard soaked in tequila and gin. // Dried upon the sides of a foldable chair straighten- The sheets of an army boy’s queen // A world of grief…
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Papilio
To any other eye upon the hill Their flight entwined and ended Helixed, then hidden in the upper limbs // The banging on the door used to punctuate the oscillations “One, two, left, right, swerve left, spin right, left swing, right, leave. left.” // Torn wings of scale weighed in at just 20 seconds. 1200…
The Humdrum Epicurean 