wanted to push a syringe of AIR into my anywhere linkages

promoting a cardiac arrest! ……………….when my Mom died.

It’s painful but quite easy to do and insurances

cover HEART ATTACKS.

Just sayin’, i know every way to do it the RIGHT WAY.

Just this year,

i am on the fuckin’ fence.

From the very start,

PC

was seen

as weakest words,

and followed such

injunction’s thirst

those amble,

heartfelt herds.

Only snowflakes

bothered

with a tint

of humble pleas,

and soon the land

was carnival

and worshipped

on its knees.

All that was

in circumspect,

a simple trail

of fears,

became a darkness

laid to rest,…

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Buzzer Beating Buckets

Building up forever

compounds

on

these compounds

of

herds. Participating in

&

Directly observed. Theatre

of

The absurd – Reserved

Preserved

from

sun

in

A dungeon. Making the rounds
Just downed

days

of

Red dye. Drinks

from which

they

said you could

Die. Brain thinks

Still drinks

because

gifted with

the

Fuck its. Motherfuck…

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Wandering Star

Just a being seen -
Standing upon the abyss

Standing

upon

The oracles of: All this

Trying

to

Make sense – As the present

flows

into

The past tense. Like an unwrapped present

Life is a dream

and

I am

Prescient. Fully present

Adjacent

to

the object

of

My placement. Into afar – A wandering star

***
Cipher

Poems

***

The Moon-tower

I

Shooting star – In desert sky

Just a fortnight ago

A make-shift laboratory

Made out of a bungalow

A room far below the surface

A bomb shelter

far-from

the

Swelter
Melting down

metals

into sulfuric

Sparks. Participation in

The dark arts

with

a

Dark heart. Heart

of

Darkness. Down

dark paths

We. Embark

II

Mixing ashes

of…

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I am of a very similar mind…

I read where you wrote that you write

to not feel and read to feel…

That’s awesome…

THe writing is certainly such a therapeutic

medium on so many levels…

I have been pondering the idea of exploration

of the extremes, as a particular form

of therapeutic aspects…

In…

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The money changers

have finally

flipped the tables

back up

and finally

kicked Jesus out

of church.

Thank Doge.

We think

too much

what the heart

should say

as if

a thought

released,

when

deeply dialed,

our feelings

filed,

our darkness

then

is creased.

Roam as Home

I won this hot-wire/d site in a backwood

card game

in

Berlin. Never

afraid

to

Give the wheel a spin
Never

afraid to leave

it

Laid. Fight the write

to

Win. Fight

for

The right. To stay

on

The way - In the

way of

The

Poem. With every

where

As:

Home

***

Cipher

Poems

***

We think

too much

what the heart

should say

as if

a thought

released,

when

deeply dialed,

our feelings

filed,

our darkness

then

is creased.

Born in Sin Come on in

As much as it is: Things

don’t turn

out

According to

our

Designing/s. As much as it is, that...

It is also

The further and further we go
The more and more

We know. And in this knowledge

we are

Initiated into the college

of love

loss

&

cost. A tuition written

inside

a parchment

of

Skin. Constantly shed

and yet

More and more

The…

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Fuck You/I’m not Crying

How is it that the music

takes me back, so perfectly?

I put on a Tori Amos album

and am instantly transported

to my youth. Of course it is

connected to a girl. If nothing

else, we have the music.

For so long I tried not to lose

you, cuz, if I were to lose

you, it would be like unto losing

God.

Losing a loved one is like

the…

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