Tag Archives: nightime

Disrobed

  This morning, I read my coffee, Drank the paper. Dawns are better messy, And nights are better off confused. I want to Keep things that way. People stronger than me Have needed a chiropractor, To readjust their back After … Continue reading

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Goodnight, Sleep tight

  I’m sleeping soundly, For the first time in… A while. Unnerved by a new routine I’d rather stay wakeful, Listlessly alert. I sleep on my back, Coffin-practice, That’s good for my spine. It’s harder to wrap arms around me, … Continue reading

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Morning

  I see my hairs are split As I lay against The crevices of duvet skin. I tear them out, With my disquieted digits. Fingernails digging into my palm, A damp fist full of injustice And disturbed growth, My eyes … Continue reading

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Extra Terrestrial

  As the earth wobbles On its feeble axis, I peer towards heaven, Toes curling into hell- Dizzy with the spinning Of our own marble Amongst all the lost ones, Playing cosmic pinball In unwavering persistence That we may, someday … Continue reading

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If You Can

If you can, Crave with me the murmured voices, The hidden melancholic melodies in my Wandering mind Roaming to the better parts of past times Better left behind in the fading lines Of ink-smeared paper and Singed fingertips. If you … Continue reading

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For Sky // Doctor Jesus

Long hair, Short-clipped beard Walking alone in suburban night lights While crickets and frogs belt out Enlightened, liberated free-jazz. By sunrise, philosophizing anarcho-mysticism By sunset, drunk on the corn-fields, With wolves, howling about fascism towards the moon Drumming reactionary funk … Continue reading

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Landlocked

I whisper into The shell of your ear Pressing my lips against You, There is nothing softer Than You leaning your elbow Into the crease of our Thrift-store find couch My face against Lobes As I hear The ocean churning … Continue reading

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Hospice Eyes

Hospice-eyes spit daylight in a spiteful, restless tone; floats above a timeless flinch that breaks beneath the sheets. Rose-shade glass, that blinds your eyes, but fastens to your doubt. Daylight pours but can’t afford a brain-dead harmony. Through this rot, … Continue reading

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