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The Floor Is So Cold Tonight

  The floor is so cold tonight The dust scurries, moves, hides My palm takes the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish,  surface,  sealer Remnants of shine, all but a bug skeleton speck We were the warmth, the life, struggle, the stumble Laying…

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The Rope (Portrait #3)

  The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as a living thing. They aren’t…

Casuals Don’t Fool Anyone

  Slippers are for cowards Slip-ons are for Christmas Morning hung-over dads Sandals are for white people forced into dreadlocks on their way to burn a man Dancing out of their money eating spiced tempeh fries disguised as Jesus peyote offered by the naturopath…

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The Instrument (Portrait #2)

  I stumbled upon her, hidden behind a large sliding door, within the comfort of darkness, unmoved, silent. Is that possible? She seemed so old, so incredibly old, as if one touch would turn her into dust. And dust was inside, so much earthly…

I See Behind The Glance

  I see behind the glance The smell of hair My nose dug deep Kisses graze off   Missed deserts drink Daylight, a fear Nighttime, a place of fibs Soft hidden in the harsh   I have no sight Beyond what I feel Fingertips…

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