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worship
m00njumper Released May 22, 2015

you poured kerosene at my feet then lit a match.

a drag of the lips over veins

soft touches with callous hands

genuine gazes of interest and intrigue

i am yours

you are mine

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murmurs and mumbles about nothing

distract from the anticipation of your arrival.

can you carry the weight of exhausted promises?

so heavy your shoulders fold and break in?

your spine...

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i was there

high above the clouds

       above the stars

       beyond the universe

       where noise and gravity do not exist


i was there

i was happy


then Someone let go


i fell

      ...

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i extracted every memory of us

placed it in a jar of acid and bleach

then stirred

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" It     is

                    v e r y     o k a y


to     not

                    b e          h a p p y


                                                   all     the

...

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She claws out of damp dirt

Stretching and kicking towards

The blurry sunlight

Beyond a wet and shimmering surface


Harsh hands wrap around her ankles

Forced under by winners

Ashamed of...

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frustration and aggravation

fill my stomach and throat

gurgling out indistinguishable noises

knuckles spasm

fingers twitch

pupils blown open with

confusion pain fear

i don't care, you...

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the woman

with the snake holes

around her grave

visited me last night


i spun around, panicked, in a land of dust

creating towering clouds around us

were we here

were we there

this can't be...

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refrigerator hums

hollow knocks

narrate endless nights

long fingers

on dusty keys

tracing unheard melodies


stretching octave to octave

left over right from

flat to sharp to natural again

...

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the pinwheel turns as i wait for you

a nearby river runs restless

armed with a wink and silly salute

you vowed an early return


thirteen summers later

the porch light still burns

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I am the story.

I am every letter, syllable, run-on, and fragment.

I am every curve, edge, line, and dot.

I am the pregnant pause with the comma.

I am the confident declaration with...

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