Category: Poetry
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I have long since disappeared from these places. Time speaks and all I have left is gone where meaningless gestures from strangers in a foreign land signify nothing, the circle once more revolving and unfolding the mysteries of sleep. And everything, macrocosm and microcosm, has merely become a dream. Dead sonnets and broken memories.…
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In a famous painting of Christ nailed to and crucified upon the cross I am the watching leper on the right. And with my one good eye I watch as Jesus dies and screams up into darkening sky asking his father for a reason Why? And then, suddenly as the clouds open up…
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“Wisdom, you are the last to whom I turn. Not for your spear, fashioned in that same fire as all bright jealous objects of desire. But for your shield. Protect the least of us. Or lift me from this battlefield, and take me home.” ~ D. A. Powell, To Last.
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Build fire and read the future in smoke Carry out ash and scatter over head Be sure not to look back Try out the art of metamorphosis Paint face with cinnebar As a sign of grief ~ W.G. Sebald
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We were hanging out drinking a few shots with that asshole Mephistopheles. He (as usual) was trying to boug a few drinks, and (as usual) we..ignored him. At work as usual it was one long fucking day. I was stuck putting up the sequoia’s and disagreed; God liked…
