My Cousins, They Would Kill You In Wicklow

My Cousins, They Would Kill You In Wicklow

Get away from me Leave me to the rain Your soul, your pollution scatterer (all you know) I pack my dirty clothes and skip out the front door (it only took a few seconds) Twenty minutes to the center of town…

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She Gives Me Life

She Gives Me Life

“Non-existence I call the beginning of Heaven and Earth. Existence I call the mother of individual beings,” Tao Te Ching. It had been sweltering hot all day, in the hundreds the radio said. I didn’t see much of the outside as Mama pulled down…

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More Conversations

More Conversations

Pull the ten-year-old weeds From their dampened core. That cute old couple, they are sweetly working up a sweat, Unlock the patterns of the garden Make fresh vegetables out of a smile. She wears her thirty-year-old grey flowered gloves He wears…

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To a Sailor

To a Sailor

I’ll see you again when my sail catches the winds and my bow faces in your direction before the man in the sky sets the time I’ll reach out and stretch across the flat earth grab a hold and wonder how…

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Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors

and you, with all your glorious flowering self-deception ~ your words are glowing embers and your tongue stokes the fire that engulfs me like paper but I think it fills the void inside of you. how does it feel to sleep…

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Basement Dreamscape

Basement Dreamscape

All around you nests worldly treasures, archives of mysticism and impossibility, more a freakshow of trapped desires and dreams floating into existence with sheer wizardly will you are nothing more now than a bottled wonder exhibit to be shown, gazed upon.…

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Fall Out of Line

Fall Out of Line

The neighbors mind. To eye her, they alternate spiraling the lighthouse, all their anchors moored at the coast, more oars approaching from the river fork. They part the drapes when she passes, crucifixes pulling at their throats. And unchaining their frustrations,…

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Bone Spurs

Bone Spurs

You cannot ram your way through the pain You cannot wish away the sorrow Lord knows I’ve tried to slither, shed skin, and hide away the day Do you want to know a secret? The fucking hardcore pain, the really ugly…

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