neverending

we
danced
around the north pole
singing
candy canes
our summer’s in
the sky
and neverending
i
remember skin that smelled
of tree grown moss
wet afternoons
and lemonade rope swings
in the yard

i love you
i love you now
let it rain
fill the forests with
your smile
burning sunset rubies on
snow soft thighs
holding ribbons in your
teeth

there is magic
and we wore the tumult
in our
minds
i
love you
i love you now
let it rain
eternal red and
white
i tipped my hat and
you held your paper lantern
to my
firefly

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one day I came to realize immortality was a loser’s game

the garden blooms wild
in its own
vermilion shadow
stretching deep roots
each year

unchecked
so it grows
disturbing fruit
and
the children eat
and learn to hate
their bodies

growing wild gardens
of their own

beat the drums
beat the indian drums
and gather ’round
the sacrificial fire

in past times
we threw our babies in
now they push the elderly
and
paint their drums

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a Psych Eval for the undocumented insane

what sinister trappings!
what dark contemptuous hearts!
by what madness,

by what madness?

I see you
heading downtown
to show off your pretty
perfect
hair
your new shoes
new boy toy or
gf lost last week

the New styles are in
see them displayed along the avenues
mannequins draped in the latest
courtly fashions
direct
from the rich and famous
the rich and famous

give us archetypes to idolize!
give us greatness to imitate!
give us
new dreams to dream

by what madness,

by what madness?
amuse me stranger
I never liked you anyway

would rather be seen
buying commodities with cash, I
would rather you look at me
and think me unapproachably fuckable

what are you looking at?
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

oh,
my madness?

my madness

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Lord of Little Kingdom

eyes open
to see the Sun has risen
despite my worrisome
faces

the dishes haven’t been done
nothing does
unless I
put myself into it

the Moon
has her japes and capers
as ever
in the tapestries beyond
a mortals
contempt

my dominion holds
for that I am here
to bear
its weighty curses

and all the songs
that father writ,
and all the kisses
mother knit
would not

bear me any nearer
to faith beyond
reality
I am

skeleton

jaded by the eire
of contemptuous
I am

fashioned by the meat
of animated miracle
I am
war and seven hundred more
despicable
turns

manipulator,
aren’t we all?
my bacteria
teems
woe that I will not
give sway

just yet

another day another heartbeat
another exercise regime
keeping busy
as I’ve
no other excuse
for myself

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