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Peace of Intestacy
A guitar, a bonfire, quiet talk food, spirits that’s what I want about now and in subconnective synthesis liquid crystal, imaginary alterunits circles, list and some nostalgia of someone else’s prairiesomeone’s council park at night pathos, some hunger, irritability, if… Continue reading
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Archeio
The ground here is no ghost or only a reflecting arithmetic disclosure makes a surer gift than complaint of error memory and speculating makes real worldsaway from handsor sometimes sound if visualising brought somethingto existence then every cogitation thrives on… Continue reading
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On the Alphabet
How line, circle and curve cross the world and bring our song to it by fish and hook cattle and grasses the plain and the pool to catch a day’s passageto document a volume of night to signify mouth and… Continue reading
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Belonging
I own a cardboard box. Inside is an empty folder, a pen whose ink is near dry, a tennis ball and a piece of foam from the previous object in it before. It was an electric kettle.I took the tennis… Continue reading
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Tu Ventana (Manuel Garcia trans. Arielito)
https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/ImIH0bqmcXs&source=uds Sweet songLatino pop poetry and bliss translated into prosaic English Your window the flowers of the sun where you hung your underwear where flowery lace adorns the seasons. Your window, where the morning is clearer where the moon is… Continue reading
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City of 8 circles
I entered the city yesterday. It seems like another life in the outside walls. As I entered the first circle it seemed much like the outside world – nature, sunshine, small buildings – but I wanted to get to the… Continue reading
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An anniversaire of insomnia
Renter by night come to live with and disclose the lessons of habitation by shadow and of clear white moon. No pedagogue for 5am or the student romance of overdue caffeineand work no duty to work itselffor automata of graveyardshifts… Continue reading
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Sick Bed
The bed with it’s blanketsand it’s lazy stare of woolit’s pomposity of pillowsand chill of sheetand I am the old faring coal panblaze the dome that this bedhas becomemy brown hide sweatsand the follicles prickle outas if cactus were my… Continue reading
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On the Alphabet
How line, circle and curvecross the worldand bring our songto itby fish and hookcattle and grassesthe plain and the poolto catch a day’s passageto document a volume of night to signify mouth and cupfork and knifethe maw of a forest… Continue reading