say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

— May 21, 2017

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he didn’t look up

 

he was afraid

the tenacious unspoken

in a thousand fragments

would crash down on him.

he was amazed the trees

were not bowed from the weight

of that thing they couldn’t say

and he remembered that song…

he looked up at the changing of the colours to paradox –

now weightless

 

it would be the paper cuts

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it was her —

it was her

Every way she listened, there were endings.
This weight of pretense had to be shifted.
It was time to chord change them out of the cliché, and even though his music always made her dance, his shadows were not hers.

So she did what he didn’t expect. She brought the pig’s heart.
And they drank the wine…

anamnesis — May 9, 2017
she left — May 7, 2017
Assiduous Respiratory Therapy — May 6, 2017
you’ll never be home — May 3, 2017
sometimes two darks make a light — May 2, 2017
mnemonic — April 24, 2017
hearing the door not slam — April 23, 2017
searching for herself — April 21, 2017
charades — April 20, 2017
evanescent — April 19, 2017
fugue —
“she remains…” — April 18, 2017
parting ways —
could you please stop tilting our equipoise — March 8, 2017