poetry
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Impromptu 222
I can relate the sensation but they’re transient and are better and more accurately portrayed as art or text. They’re not repressed and if I forget these crystals they are sunk costs let go, their value may gnaw in dream… Continue reading
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Idle Idol Idyll
No tempus fugitMy twin, now lost astronaut. Wrench back the sunTo 11am tempted fixed Or ply the earth forexactly the same outcome for every broken clockto always ring true Continue reading
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Hache
Away from the regardof the Everyone I see an idea through a window.I become its faceted clarity briefly. It steps softly. I ravel back through lensesto walk among Italian technicians discussing German research on double French. This fugue splashing through… Continue reading
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Disclosure – poem by Ariel Riveros
Trample the soak Of gasped world Wet with disclosure Of the underfoot. Stitching through the white wall With a syringe spitting with liquid image straight to jaded interface of health professionals whose erasing cynicism had taken counter jab by satire… Continue reading
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Puff Space by Ariel Riveros
Dedicated to Tom Jayman for their birthday Time and space are emergent properties We can’t tell the future for certain. God exists outside the gaming pitch. Throwing dice because the reflector cone going mirror reverse is dark and it was… Continue reading
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Back To Quays by Ariel Riveros
Because my life up until table calendar 20 and not my memory has been erased The latchkey snotty kid won’t be social workerised, even by grads voting tory praising God A gift high heaving a bunch of chambers on a… Continue reading
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Good Night Poem 2.0 (. This came last/reaction comes…) by Ariel Riveros
{P phonemes and a place to start amongst many points including smoothening adrenal emotions that have no popularly exchangeable name and we (these words) can catch… Continue reading
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Poem: Trapeze as Mode
Scalding water and my limbs folded clattering round Rib cages caught as a blushing stage magician stuck mid trick. An acumen of fingers looped, released to the nightly preparation for death, who is far more impatient than even me. Philosophers… Continue reading
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Poem: Postcodemixing
. . . And then hes the biggest philanderer and man-bitch out. Karma. He is. Optimistic about burrows the neoprene the Castaic. Hum under my name. Beard and muscles? You’re not holding my breath away. Talk about the term of… Continue reading