Devil’s Waltz

Looks like we’ll dance once more,brother-in-arms.My accoutrements are lacking,now,and I must bear this bareness.Tear off a strip,if you will,or make the unkindest cut.But knowthat I’ve developed a tastefor immolation.

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We come from the sun

We come from the Sun,they say to me,from the wrong side of my ear.But why?Why for?I mumble in cotton.For answer,they show their hands,oven-mittened.See. See our thumbs.They are wide.Splayed and strong.We will gentle you,raise you from the gorge. Life is but a dream.

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We interrupt our broadcast

We are sorry, Earth, for the interruption. I’m sure we’ll be back at it soon. You won’t even miss us. Meanwhile, have a rest. You deserve it. Teach the roots and shoots and buds a new season. Give them lemony dreams of a humming summer. Simpleness we will need. How to love you.

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The weaker sex

We come to you.Some, in lifelong love.Others, in fickle infatuation.More, in savage force-As bestial as the barnyard or the jungle.Assuaged until the next rut.Unable to accepta blame deserved,an ego bruised,instead becomingthe destroyer of worlds.Who, then, is weaker?

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Wayward things

Across the face of the blown up moon, a thing with headlights flies. In a desperate search for a dish and a spoon, and a cat with a fiddle, besides. When all of a suddle, a sight to befuddle- it spotted a magical cow. ‘Twas taking a rest from its jumping, i guess (an impossible […]

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I’m a frayed knot

Muffled. The world cannot get in. I can’t get out. A purchased illness to assuage another. Recycled thoughts, boring in their dirtiness. I devise a fool’s plan to use this tedium. A grand flourish. Since I have no sword, I’ll untie the Gordian Knot.

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Just listen

Childlike, I imagine that sound never decays. That I could put the needle on the record, and listen to whistles that can’t come anymore. That we could hear childlike things we once said to each other, but have forgotten to write down. Cry for this deafness and dumbness, at last.

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Butterfly

When you look at me, sometimes it’s very odd. I feel as if you are seeing something that I don’t yet know. Figuring the future. Got it down pat. But I don’t want to know, unless you show me. When I look at you, I wish your flurry of flights would end. Stay. We’ll share […]

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