Category: Poetry [2013]
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I am that vile
I am that vile whore my numbers are more than your numbers because that is the way that we quantify experience. Can you forgive me? Is that even a necessary question? I’m on a quest these days bobbing my head double entendre I am on fire in the way that my black book is burning…
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In the small and quiet, You
In the small and quiet moments i can easily reflect on all or most of our interactions. You might be just one person but easily you could melt into a series of other faces and bodies. You melt from my bedroom in Seattle, to the myriad of different rooms in New Orleans (including my dorm…
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The Manifestation of Positivity– We Called Each Other Tease.
Beats on different sets of drums, our conclusions sound diverse. Butterflies in the veins of trees, my teeth are holding kaleidoscopes of desire and are only able to see the future in certain degrees of relativity. My mouth is a cinnamon challenge and i want you to try and swallow me and choke in the…
Our Green (Green) Life 