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The grey cotton candy,
spun around the turning wind,
tastes a bitter sweetness,
kisses thy strength and weakness.
Tumbling roars so delicate,
strike into parallel thoughts.
Behind closed eyes, won't leave,
through the stubborn mind will weave.
A fatal beuty, the window spies,
the fury, such a delicacy.
Unlike the crimson colours we release,
a vivid expression of earth.
spun around the turning wind,
tastes a bitter sweetness,
kisses thy strength and weakness.
Tumbling roars so delicate,
strike into parallel thoughts.
Behind closed eyes, won't leave,
through the stubborn mind will weave.
A fatal beuty, the window spies,
the fury, such a delicacy.
Unlike the crimson colours we release,
a vivid expression of earth.
Literature
filling the yard
say something sassy
plant a kiss
in my dirt
scratch the surface
jack
I am still ducking beauty
in back alleys
there is something about precious
I just don't trust
I'm
hiding in the dark
from telephone light
I
see myself shattered
scattered & hen-pecked
made mad
by neglect and
diminishing return(s)
of focus
so
unfulfilled
finding flaws
in everything
Literature
the hipbone connects to europe
mesmerize:
crack my Pangaean bones,
memorize
the aesthetics of your atlas
my patella is Spain,
my radius is France,
my coccyx is Japan;
you've broken all 3
with one gemstone
my pelvis is an equator
separating you and me
and the imaginary heat
slipping through, since
i only get action during
a Tectonic disturbance
your sternum's plates
crashed into my ribs;
your transcontinental
tremors trembled like
broken Richter scales
(a magnitude of
negative infinity)
seismic vertigo
a seizure--
sees your
seas, your
open water&
underground
escape route
from myself//
because this}
cheap romance is
a natural disaster;
Literature
Poetic Paradox
Bind the winds
and gag the trees,
shake down skies
and mute the seas,
bring the mountains
to their knees
for now is not the time
for poetry.
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