often, as the day crawls ( Read more... )

We will move in together
(ewe and eye),
and we will learn to move
together, into something that is now
still, is now gathering its forces,
preparing to wage war on our movement,
lest we turn a revolution
From some place between our palms.

my words are thirsty ( Read more... )

with the breath that escapes me ( Read more... )

let us speak of trivial things ( Read more... )

an empty planet forms before
my eyes. The mountains sway
and crumble, the oceans are acres
of skeletal mud.

the earth mourns,holding
her knees, she rocks;
forests fall.

Her once strong breath
that pushed and pulled the tides
is shallow. she gasps,
she chokes, and
among the rubble I sit
with my box of empty pens

it's a cabaret, in here ( Read more... )

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we fumble through words and only when ( Read more... )

i have already starved here ( Read more... )