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Eyes caught in
Tranced stare dance
At skies
Observant as
The exodus lumbers on

Clouding vision with slow grace and
Grandeur
Relentless billows,
Stoic breath
My hair pulling forward
Streamlined and screaming

Jackets hanging abandoned from the branches
The stripings of warfare
Bright colors left behind
Life stolen along as
The exodus keeps marching

The silent sigh
The softly whispered
“north north north”
Pulling at my hair
Earthbound entranced.

Soliloquies of death.
Turning with tide.
I feel the rush stir me
Seated.
I watch the exodus go by
Symphony in movement
And quiet
The stillness travels
Makes its way across the sky

ring a linging

I am calling out in words
That whisper
In grainy grey and white

I am calling in the time
Between the tempest
And waters untested

I am calling inward
In search of idioms
Hidden in under and around italicized interests

I am coming back with static
And stagnate stale nothings

I am coming back unanswered

Breath bated
Bent backwards
Buried again.

1101

We are seething through the streets
We are red and we are raw and we are running hungry

Desire has made our breath hot against the air
It prickles in drops on our skin
It stands out and jumps from our flesh
Screaming with the psalms of ecstasy we have discovered

In this moment
In this city

Our lungs are burning up the air and tearing down buildings with the voice of our longing
Our inhibitions torn off one by one and hung from all the high places

Till we can run naked around cobblestone corners and backlit alleys, running from the asphalt-
Till we can be love and feel love and make love against the arching back of the city-
Till our wonder spreads out like a canopy to catch us in our freefall-
Till we can sing with the breaking of each sunrise-

Till when we dream, like tomorrow is infinite; then we have found our profession.
And I will know it by the touch of your palm, as you herald the new morning.

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Its intensive shock therapy
Applied straight to the senses
Jolting bumps turn to uncomfortable tingles
So lets turn up the heat shall we?
Relentless
This is absurd.
Tiny vibrations
In spaces
And I feel the way the shaking amounts
Catastrophically
Breathe.
Just breathe in.
Angles skewing perception, touching toxins
But I promise it will be alright
Just take it
In.
Still breathing.
Take your hands
They are yours after all, so take them goddamnit.
Take them, and go.
Don’t stop, you can do this
Just breathe and release
And I promise we will catch you,
So long as you let us.

october

I wonder if you can hear me across the distance
Feel me shifting, ready to leave
Do you taste the change in the autumn air,
as I turn my eyes north and inward,
and take back my breath into my lungs.

recall

Cowboy body, your summer is still under my skin
Your tangy taste of toxin still touching my lips at the corners, still teasing
And I know exactly what you do to me.

Rollerblade ravebeat, your high still bounces through my bloodstream
You rainbowed my soul with whatever colors you wanted,
Paints all chipped and faded and colored over. Neon shining through in the night.

Hey moonshine skinnydipper, I still think of you.
Salt sweet sweat tingling neuro-receptor paths, each time a memory recalled,
Bridges burning, heat branding lines, and new lines. Hacking with smoke.

And I cant tell you what rehab is like, not from here.
My legs pound and my heart hammers itself clean through this cage
But they would cut out our tongues before they’d ever let us leave intact.

when i should be focusing in class

You are reminding me of Autumn, in the way you fill me.
Clouding my thoughts with fog and drizzle and brightest clear sunshine.
All October Ale, brisk breath, tasting winter exiting my mouth

You remind me of rain slicker leaves
That fling themselves toward my windshield.
Damp smell of clothing when we turn the heat up to compensate.

When the air is filling my lungs with frosty sunrise daybreak,
Promises of beauty and cold, defining the shape of my day
Yearning forward and backward. Longing in the clarity of the evening, the crisp crunch of the day.
Nights incline toward winter, but the stars hold reminiscent and we are friends of memory.
This feeling of not quite being. And hushed voices.

You remind me of rain whipped days, full of sparks and building with tension of circumstance
Leaves twirling lover’s dances of grace and death around one another.
Brightly dressed and vibrant, the last thrill of throwing themselves out into nothing.

And your voice comes into my sleep like the heavy overhead spaces,
To keep me from digging out my silks and finery, to help leave my dresses dusty and moth ridden.
Grounded. Leaf storms falling, but I sit watching instead, thoughts leaning towards cacophony.