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all sorrows end with a passage of burn burn burn, a slow whimper, a drawn
moan like black wizard-moths in a cloud wing blaze as it occurs to you
you question, why crumble when you can create shine, blind! forget
precious souls for what is it all in the end but a little heart
a little notch another mark, another smile and all the pretty little dimes and you
cross the road, keel over, sit—cross-legged perspiring under the sun, it burns
blink twice, but no more, for in a blink a thousand snapshots return
and in a chasing frenzy a pause, an innocent rest. a drip of sorrow—your old friend—
visits, gold and fine and ever so tragically beautiful but beauty, you find
in any delectable angle of a body, threads of prism colored lies, perhaps—
you can find beauty in a line of ants climbing their little mountain anthill descending
disappearing one, one, one syncopated march or in a glittering stream
trout leaping and catching the sun in shock sparks why wait, why linger
and yes, why lament when possibility and positivity rattle inside toy chests
of both gone past and coming eager to take you maybe tease, torment but isn’t it
worth it, the terror which seizes you but fades one quiet day

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fingers curl around the glass
wet with liquor sweat

eyes glow
caught in a rapture

water
drips
into the spaces between
his fingers

yellow snakes
leap
and tangle on the wall

I miss the perfection
of his lips
locked layered with mine

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To sail down flooded open streets
with you
greet donkeys in the market alleys
juggle candy red apples
and float rings of wild shooting stars
chase stray dogs
until we can’t run anymore

To nap in the 3 o’clock sun
wedged between cat elbows
and your legs

—I’d gather torn beddings
and make hamster shavings—

To burrow and make drip drip caverns
and slumber in dandelion quilts
with you

Is my small wish
this sunny, something afternoon.

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