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we look up at the stars in the sky
wishing we were among them but;
still we find forever is too long
for our frail flesh bodies and we
can't find the cure to ourselves.
she tells me we are birds and
the heavens are ours, but I look
down at the dirt (we are
creatures of the dust - this is all we have) and
know it's all a lie for children
still we try and dream
together and still I remain
a wingless bird
that can never take flight.
wishing we were among them but;
still we find forever is too long
for our frail flesh bodies and we
can't find the cure to ourselves.
she tells me we are birds and
the heavens are ours, but I look
down at the dirt (we are
creatures of the dust - this is all we have) and
know it's all a lie for children
still we try and dream
together and still I remain
a wingless bird
that can never take flight.
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the anticlimax
snapshot of a stained-glass tsunami
changing its mind
hanging over the coastal town
and retreating to its kennel
swimmers see beginnings
of a rainbow
its baby rattle of a roar
swarovski
Literature
.
you’ve got the heart of a lion
in a glass chest
Literature
reconnoiter
i.
she was
drunk on fire
and tight-lipped missives
and let her thighs
fly off
the tip of
his tongue
she crossed her own resolve
and let it lie
in the corner
next to eyeliner
and clipped drums
the pound
of flesh
in selective spectacle
edging out
the fear
of excess
replacing it
with dear haze
and dress
ii.
his mouth gushed
with the rush
of platelets
lush from
the cut
in his makeshift aegis
a handful
of dumb phrases
plastered on
his steering wheel,
dangerous
he closed his eyes
to escape
and found aches
his hammered hull
had never
tasted
he was wasted
on sheer page
and stress
iii.
at an ornate pace
they rest
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simply wonderful. 