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Who am I? I am cat-eyed. I am blue bird-mind.I have nothing more to be. I am nothing moreThan me. In my head, I tell my lovers I miss them,Even as I h..
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Lovesong, they sing,The black cuckoo drinking you,A wordsmith with his fingersPlaying fiddle with his one chord,Drawing out the mammoth highOf being s..
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My little madman,Half a year, almost, has passed since my last laugh - I have been so dreadfully sore from your touch-and-go. I will never forgive you..
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It sounds like a poem of change. Maybe it's just a poem of picking up poems again. Of being something more me again.
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I haven't done this in nearly a year... my apologies, my apologies, my apologies.
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IThe sag of full moons soggy and bewitched, it seemsFingers that didn't know the touch sense,Wiped blank, clean-slate, until you wereSomething I regre..
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The liquored gush sets into your blood-stream,Black fountain-spew, cold as the nitrogen slush.The feet dash like a congregation with a will;A wanting ..
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If
I break my body, will you seep out through the open-wounds?
God,
I couldn't tell you what I've done today. I have blisters on..
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When I first saw you, I perceived you as something inhumane. Your manner and humour and way of confronting people seemed odd, out-of-place, and in my ..
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The Same.
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