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Finding my voice inside scrapes and noisy grazes
The power of my voice If it is so Why then when I recount these tales to myself Lo even as they are written they are read, by me alone In another’s voice As for an audience thrown and projected My plaudits alone The product of rejection is a ravenous hunger Cravings as steel-circulated Cain…
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Great guides
Following Sartre down He leads me to Cerberus And will go no further He repeats as one in fervour one phrase: Terminus terminus terminus est Into my palm presses a coin Hard enough it leaves in my meat an impression Upon checking I see in relief Horizon-streaked palm leaf and sun-wreathed boy.
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Truncating the ritual
An old man with one eye His right hand he hides inside The folds of a tattered cloak His robes likewise threadbare, to his fasted body fastened by a rope Brought night by brumal minds An attractive religion of bloodied stones and hopelessness. In my favourite derangements I imagined myself part of some fierce pack…
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Thedifferencemaker
What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound My upsetting letter was the scar reviver My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned, In the dirt, the corpse…
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Cursed forest
Low slung and sullen Below a thick boughed tree Over which are slung the ropes of those Who’re bowing out, Who’ve given up. I go to the black water well, Dip the jewel encrusted cup and fill it well. Lift it to blueing lips The gift the final sup The head dips forward, sunken suddenly.…
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