Tag Archives: Poetry

Storyline

Sorrow-engraved fables read in moving plots of psychic Braille by wanderlusting youth, mapless and intuitively akashic in their fluent grasping of worlds within                            to be palmed in stigmatic thrall.

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Postmark

Memory, as in missives recorded and labeled later, then played in reverse, or returned in due time to a sender who is much younger now, or dead, echoes circling to no end in your solitary call for company kept.

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Wraith

Memory as spectral residue and gauzy motes slow-drifting as evidence and proof of Time’s passage moving from nowhere to nowhere and in the process swallowing lives whole.

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Travelogue

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns and cursive, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances, through which rarest intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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World of Blue

It was autumn, or late summer. She existed more than half her waking life in the coat-room she called home. At this palace of a department store—she, the coat-check girl, I, the elevator guy. It was a long time ago. … Continue reading

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In Our Solitude

In the birthing solitude of invention, memories night-bloom as cosplay and eulogy in the flickering séance of cinema, keeping strange limitless company to a rounded minimum.

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Equatorial

Find me, she urged, in a bird-broken sky, in mottled swills of ink darkening my want— Find me, wherever I am not, the explicit spreading of distance to tease and captivate Memory’s cosplay in a subtextual plot.

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Archive

Memory, eulogies birthed in reverse, séance syncing soundly the cinema of ghosts with real-time revivals rounding to fade.

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Now Playing

In the bluest breath of want we are ghosts haunting our own lives possessed by the mutable shadows of cinema.

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Freight Blues

In the bluest breath of want, pooling to unseemly levels, making beggars of desire’s taste for excess, we run on and on, riveted to freight and laboring conundrum.

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