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each morning

we live a serene

mutual solipsism

as the eastern light

projects and reflects

and calls to

wake up sex,

within our wondrous

light chamber

made from

mermaids and

momentos and

three-months-worth

of our magic trick.

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We rifle through the

borrowed cupboards

for edibles or something close,

and incredibly we find enough

to keep us for the night or

at least most

of the teacups we'll share,

and you can see...

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I saw a faery

for the first time

last night, in a cotton den

I made for my sleepless self.

He landed

weak but bright with

polluted eyes

and a thinning silver cloud

surrounding his figure

 ...

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I thought of my lights dimming daily

what falling short might do

for those who knew me

well or otherwise,

I thought perhaps if I flew away

it would be less frightful

but you can imagine

...

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I'm not so sure

I can really tell you

what I find

the matter

with me, despite wanting

to tell you everything

without delay

without a missing word

but

in all honesty,

with no reservations,

I...

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On the state line between Dakotas,

A fountain stands buried in moss,

Not one passing soul stood to notice,

The hand-scratched words of Ouranos,

"To the crystal waters of Paphos I fell,

...

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I wrote my first song

at 14, for some girl who

never deserved a word of it.



I took my old guitar

one evening to prove 

something

to this girl

outside a pizza place where

three cruel...

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I love the way

you breathe,

like the earth breaths

with you


if you were to

lose your place standing

and hit the ground at

remarkable rock-bottom,

I can totally see myself

as Peter Parker,...

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the ground beneath me

fell apart the moment she

left to board the plane.

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To my Dame in Dusty Armour,

Take the life from me before you spirit well away,

For in your absence, night is no longer our sea of games,

And day is constant bitter winter, biting...

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of all the homes

in all the cities

in all the world


how could you

do this to me

here?


where we promised

we'd find

comfort,

find our voice again

with honey tea and

whiskey ginger

nightly


where...

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One morning, my mother found

bruises

on my arms and wrists

and asked me,

"Who?" with her face 

red to white to red

 

I told her 

nothing

and held her

until my nothing became

old and healed

 

...

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