Rose in Winter

Inherent
is this basking fragility
which announces the wild rose,
bending devoutly to kiss the earth,
as shadow to first love,
mighty in its lasting yearn
and abandon.
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Aria for Two Voices

It was perfect
in that our distances
mirrored one another’s
fragile attempts for
lasting intimacy,
and in reaching
we were guaranteed
to come up empty
yet singing.

 

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Fort

It has become my last refuge,
a solitary outpost
upon which
the broken bit of sun
seared into my palm,
mirroring stigmata,
has given my name
as refutable evidence
and signature.
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Unbound

Dancing on the lighted rim
of fasting hours,
cased within this borrowed
corpse, savvy and perishable,
and rigged to fade,
I bless my ghost,
in advance,
as it cedes to claim
a future plot without
my name to bind
its course.

 

 

 

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Claim

stars
She, bidden
by valid tense,
unhooked a claim of stars,
and lighted her grief,
inverting the symmetry
of arc.
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Wacipedia

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It is now commonly accepted
that Abraham Lincoln did not
hunt vampires nor deliver
the Gettysburg Address with
the intent of impressing
his wife, Mary Todd Lincoln.
He did, though, invent the Town Car
in the year 1865, though he would not
get to see it fly
until after his death.
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Pop Culture

dylan
It is a little known
fact that the year
in which the plague
was invented was
the same year
in which Bob Dylan
won the Nobel Prize
for Literature.
When pressed for comment
on either the plague
or his groundbreaking achievement,
Dylan, with scaled economical
precision, responded: Two birds,
one stone.
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Faust

In what historically qualified
as the first Cubist new wave
work of cinema,
we now see
that three heads plunged
into an anus, while six fingers
and a carpenter’s bruised thumb
strummed a pot-bellied mandolin
was, deconstructively, the only way
to get at the heart
of humanity,
to milk
and member
its layman’s Faust.
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Spool

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Quartered
and dissected
in a recursive plunge,
she, the candy striped
It girl,
fell from overexposed
grace
into a
fractious spool
of lost prints
unclaimed.
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Overexposed

It is hard to see
the man and woman
overexposed
in the milkbath of light,
but allegedly this photo
captures Adam and Eve
right after Eden dissolved
and Eve was mysteriously
knocked up.
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