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DANCER

7.19.19
“Like a moth to a flame”
hot wax and ice
we re magnets

have you ever tasted sunshine ?
its musk and salt
dancing on my palate
it soothes and caresses goosebumping
stumbling on words
“is it just me?”

fear running from a throat
tying vocal laces
im belly-up-doe-eyed waiting for a shoe to drop

how can fingers like mine search for collected
casually pressing palm lines together
damming the river to flood

“id like for you to give me a task”
how dare you bring me spring
water a soul




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BOTANICA
1.15.19

this fruit is desert in polysaccharide
sugar me sweet
slip of the tongue and fingers stained satisfaction pink

this is basket dance
this step into my garden
thorns and rattlesnakes never tasted so good

this fruit is heat and sizzle
some star on a tree we knock down with
the spines of those who were

worth every sunburn




~ admin

DANCER
7.13.19

look at you
skipping your way into my pages
uninvited
not unwelcome
quickstepping through past milestones
fast-forward unaccepted misstep

tasting muses of old lovers on your lips
a spectrum of fox and hound

these walls were never broken
flown over with wings the hellhound gave a sprained ankle
achilles has no humor
cupid has it all


sweet chocolate and marmalade drizzled in too much too deep
give me nourish clover elixirs
feed me green
put your lips around
the botany of desire
friends are needs answered after all


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DREAMS
7.1.19

starshine
kim-onos, robes, and sun blankets
our feet sludging in dry
everything must empty to fill. so go ahead – pour out that put together persona stew, let me tip the jar of awe a little in your favor

we chase music the way
lambs chase innocence
something to cling on to
a little bit of normal in our fractal

do you see me now?
all stary-eyed and wonder
the grass is never greener on the other side
it is however
alive – simmering with titillation
imagine the existence of the being
whos life revolves in selflessness.
friend, only a hard heart hardens, only a hard heart breaks.
come now, let me show you magic
pirate ships in desert grasslands
that morning champagne that welcomes Sunday alive
what if i told you, what you call fairytale i once called home?

we re not different from one another you and i
disoriented and dizzy with overwhelm
acid night skys lights are liquid smoke
we’re just an insignificant symptom of a greater, more mischievous moon
call her lunacy,
all the greats were once called crazy, insane, manics
so that today
you and i aren’t called anything

who knew words were bigger then the big bang


FORTUNA
6.1.19

perhaps we found our morels
the ones i hunt
you spit out

sharing some awe here.

look – see how a little magic
can turn even the sullied doctor
into a child

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VELVET
05.06.19

measuring happiness
its good being the smuggler
bringing the out, in

justice isnt something you owe
dont worry – all is in order
watermelon drip dripping down your your throat
sticky with perspiration
remember bliss
isnt a feeling but a state of being
a frame of mind
a prance in your step
the feeling of waves in the air breathing softness

let me show you kindness
how much dirt bellied sun kissed hands can
grow the sweetest of apples
this orchard is ours to share

perhaps water wasnt ever the right conduit

i never wanted to be right anyway

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MIRROR
4.5.19

dont think for a second
the devil ever leaves hell
without a hat and coat
to hide fear
and whats foreign
perfect and orderly

bald like all its pleasures

hefty a resume
with documents notarized
authorized

slithering through history
sleeping with memory
waking early
tired with his poisoned baton
shame

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HISTORY
03.23.19

i come from all the world
from all people
from the magic of the past
and the fury of the present
from happiness
and liberty
daughter of a carpenter and love

having little regard for those
living at the ribs of history
eating crumbs of someone elses’ bread
hiding prudence’s name
or appropriating alien experience

boss maintains of the salves’ search for prestige
perhaps it’s me that fogs this light
missing those mountains
dead men raising flags
to feel more alive

~ admin


HISTORY
2.20.19

no silence
there’s not much to think about
there’s one way to know your home
same way you know the world
same way you know the cosmos
same way you know your soul
same way you know your home

step outside your home, and you’ll know your soul

i’ve watched the windows open
and silence cease
i’ve seen her exit with her life
tucked under her arm
and voice on her shoulders
waking up before the sun
tasting sugar in those bitter cold mornings
how sweet, the first sip of warmth



~ admin

2.18.19

DREAMS

offering unfolding of some other time
i’m carrying the sun in my shoulder
then the world yellows
if it rains – i wet

lettuce is enough for shade

enjoying movement
without path
panting at air to watch my breath touch the always
in snow and jungle
in the nostalgia of winter and justice of the stables

one more round – thank you