god’s garden
boring empties
question marked with wormholes
in one hand, the stars – the other
nine, dark
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Create
Your work with fire –
Fueled by both hate and love –
For yourself, and turn it in by
Friday
gas station
wet fuel
giant scratch-offs
cigarette packs: rainbows
anthropologies of litter
candy
credit
two men cranking old slot machines
arsenals of soda
a beer walk-in
no air
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Never’s
Getting jealous
My life lasts forever
(Comparing evers to nevers)
I’m still
Clocking
I stare
At one minute
Becoming a new one
Do you play by your own rules, time?
I glare
I ask
Do you slow when I’m not looking?
And minute on minute
Unblinkingly
Time nods
(∃x)
Lifetimes:
Each predicates
In the sentences of
The celestials’… arguments?
Small talk?
Vanities
We were
Two vanities
We had the tension of
Two mirrors facing away from
Each other
Had we
Exchanged our bodies by magic
With minds in opposite
Faces, we’d have
Been fine
Poem with Typos
Never
Mind these beauty
Spotters, for they have the
Brains of dragonflies concerned
With flies
Narrow
Really
It’s basically
Just, at base – pretty much
You can sum it all up to be –
Essence
Amnoikos
Standing –
Actually
Looking around – inside
Of some withering memory
Can prove
Scary:
Parts and wholes all mixed and mangled,
Branches where limbs once swung,
Boiling solids,
Tattered
Liquids
(Were furniture)
Dim in the living room;
Red as blood because it is blood
((Not real
Brain blood))
Close friends and strange people twining,
Combining, but all wrong.
And finally
It’s gone
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