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marginally.
here, with adjectives neatly stacked like hierarchal pawns eyes blurred, caffeine burning like the things i used to do (i’m older now and don’t get high on life or anything) i want to walk outside and see the stars to taste them, though to climb the air that reeks of disappointment thick and fetid coddled,…
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on time
both of us linked by invisible wires and lines that snaked through the air across town agreed there is no time it held us there. early morning tying shoes and searching for lost unmentionables we cursed it breathed its name like an epithet wove it in with all the rest of the words you shouldn’t…
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For my dear friend Keri, who asked for monkeys.
On Monkeys, and their difference from us. it’s hardly a new concept- people as monkeys i mean, you have evolution (WAR! because our similarity to simians -something i would never say out loud, due to my insufferable lisp [too many sibilants]- is far less credible than an invisible man fucking a virgin and seeding her…
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tuesday, june 19, 1253 am.
and it’s in these smallest hours that sorrow creeps in robs the thing they call a soul of everything that kept you held together through the day and leaves you black and charred and boneless, heartless breathless (though not the way you think of them- cruel, exhilarating- but literally without blood or air to sustain…
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construct
today was longer than the night before (when, restless he woke me to trade places with him: “my head is too full of things,” he said. “i need to read for a while.”) i don’t remember the resituating of ourselves- if that’s even a word- the crawling over or under, legs suddenly twenty feet long…
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post script (on tea and allusions to bukowski)
he brings me cinnamon tea with sugar and a splash of milk retreats to his spot on the other loveseat in the other room where we can see each other through buddha’s face crafted out of fine wooden beads (half of them missing, but still the eyes are clear) we’re neither of us buddhist that’s…
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dumb
it’s been a while since i’ve spoken, really. brief phrases uttered without feeling to the people walking through the great glass doors looking to me for guidance about things that i’ll forget in twenty seconds- you need me now without you i would starve there is a symbiotic contempt that keeps both parties smiling, fake…
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The First Big Thing: Object Permanence.
It’s finally done. I won’t pretend you’ve been waiting forever for it, or that I worked forever on it, but you might like to read it anyway. It’s available directly from the publisher now, and in a few days, if you can wait that long [look at my ego, all puffed up… it’s all an…
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arthropod love song
An oldie that’s going in the new book, which is coming along nicely… almost all compiled, I think. arthropod love song you, by virtue of proximity to the dark and the flames that we tasted charred sugar on slow languid tongue won something else worm-silk, spider-silk sneaky arachnids we hid in the cracks of the…
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evangelism
I was looking through some old stuff, and came across this. I don’t usually like what I write, but I like this one. It’s a little less vitriolic than you’ve come to expect from me on this topic, I think. Anyway, here it is… I hope you like it. Evangelism if you were small and…
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April Fox 