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Awe

Arabian gales leave waveforms in ice cream scoop sand as photographers wake up sticky.

Oceanic span of blue-green copycatting leaves pantheists short of breath.

Frank boabs eat into the floor as esoteric nomads and we trace them until they hide again.

A solar egg chuckles in a Teflon backdrop of ceaselessness and oily chips for portly folk.

This place is nuts.

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Visual

I pounded my hand on my kneecap
My head a kaleidoscope
Of brokers
Vinyl
Masonry
And children that I’ll never have
I’m never going to finish it all.

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Posted 1 month ago

Apologists

I picked a nail from between concave wedges of stone and notched my beer bottle with this.

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself.”

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Calm

energy at the end of a ring-pull
foil tabs to surgeon jilted lovers’ heads
lazily spangle tabletops like broken sheet metal and dinner is half an hour down the road pining about value.

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Seedling

A bulb tucked in
thin chute made
with discerning
finger presses.

A cave in, nudge
the melon baller
dirt domes on top
of nascency and
earthy wanderers.

Sate and arrange,
split swimmers as
fluid nursery aids
ward off hungry
with mercenaries
in mortar & pestles.

Spires of green you
only see in animation
punch holes in the
roof and ask for their
bond back, but the
landlord is fat now
and waves in kids.

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Callisto Biscuits: the first signs of winter

callistobiscuits:

holy sickness made sound
by fields of salmon-coloured leaves
caressing each other
like mother-warned fingers on
instant photographs

the letters begin to slip
is it their choice, I wonder
is it just a cheap game played
by dust particles disguised as angels
pulling invisible strings?

the first…

This guy makes my nether regions tingle.

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Date Night

There’s a tub of pancake mix in the pantry that’s waiting for a girl in my bed to wake up, an unannounced visit to your work to sing you some Morrissey in a suit I borrowed from Dad and a movie that’s been retrofitted for company at arms reach.

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Inchworm

She caught in my throat
like a four chord progression
I admit love for

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Astral

Hyperreal like an LSD spritzer
and a still wet infant
dredged with paternal plasma
My hands are just feelers
on planets yet to be discovered