On You

Weather the storm; storms.
Gait them.
About face and straddle;
mount them.
Decimate it; let the universe mourn.

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Freedom Flights at Night

Dragonflies;
They have an intricate dance.
Am I supposed to follow,
To mirror the truth in their rhythms?
My skin weeps…sometimes.
At other moments…
my insides wish to evacuate…
Can I fly with you?

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High Horse

Strawberried scars

Maraviroc hegemony

Utopian discharge

I am splintered; starting to fragment.

What’s with all the blue lately…?

Sensual mutilation; mutualization?

Euphoric etcher.

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On Matters of the Heart…

Your face silences me;
much like when a man who suffers, sees Death manifest from hair-thin air and smiles in spite of himself,
from entombing relief.

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Objective (revision)

Why do I etch, drag, and stain across the page with such constant fervor?
Intrinsic values…
I’m slavering to craft
something beautiful;
A catechism,
reminiscent of tranquility,
out of the haggard,
denatured shards
Of life you left vivisected for me.

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Mirrors

The art of poetry becomes more than words on a page in prose when the conductor of the pen wields it properly, and shadows of the mind are strewn about the room.

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On Dating…

Etch my coconut,
Brand my beach,
Trope my jungle;
I tire of the bananas here.

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