The Sorriness of His Situation
HE REACTED
IN EXTREMES
EVERY ART WAS DESTROYED
BY HIS MOVEMENTS...
that space
their faces
then their gluttonous hands
remember the one hole
where the bullet went
and the one on the sidewalk
his face meant something
a puzzle
a narrow intelligence
a sky
HE LAUGHED FITFULLY
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Phases
hollow footsteps
darkish forecast
bleak and endless apparition
another word from lips
solid damp bite
blue mars
in fragmented pieces of time
warped limbs floating in light inert
like a stick
ending
a moment of insignificance
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Portals of Passion
Suddenly
the howl startles
Like blowing
a storm
when in the dark
something you knew
an emotional charge
the interior
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Season Summer
rich in deep red and yellow
the trees whistled
they were the only moving things
in the plastic heat
the porch smelled of clay
upward the flowers went
in alternating patterns
its shadowy perfumes
with moon pill eyes
We possess
only the still
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