Poetic Philosophy

A Place Loved

My home is a candle, an ocean, A lapping, a purr, A flicker and a church. I live the space, Beyond geometry, Pure phenomenology, A crescent, a sun, An essence, a skin. I behold and am beheld, My shelves of my shell, My stress, my virtue. My house is a daydream, A poet’s plaything, A […]

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Wait

Waiting… waiting, what a game, no fame, awkward… awkward, silence, staring about, aloof… sorry, what do we do now? A sound pierces, pierces, SLICES the palpable moment — what a distraction, how sighworthy. Hey You, where those sublime eyes from? We’ll never know I suppose. A gross infraction, so gross, so putrid and defiant of […]

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Cold Hot Hollow

The ice melts in my hand and my work is numb. I err on the side of heat sparks licking my tongue. Her gaze is effervescent but round and hollow.   A trick poisons me, a delicious poison that addicts me. I dream of it melting in my hands licking my tongue carving me round and hollow.

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So Much Sitting

Late hours with chamomile, and art a fascination, lamp a subtle flutter you float Outdented and homestruck, mind in forest, weeds Slipping away into muck.   Cold Xhosa splash jazz in eyes, black flash we’re gone studied Academic fate bloodpooled legs rhyme esca- pe “Squished.”

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The Sliding

Sliding sidelong fantasy, the train ride’s coggy thrust. Strange eyes watch the flight. Fields and clouds shout about flood of earth and mist, modern fist, punching hard leaving bruisy scars. Tattoo sighs humble, mumbles, near the jiggle of connection, the grinding.   Executive faith wanders cars, ticket Tyrant on her path. Red light way fades […]

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The Tightening

Skylicks from rainrunning, like doglicks on backknees. A splay of gloryglee. Artdrawlings fumble coolmeaning, a forest’s soarthrust of dawn underfeet, underplea for peacefree rhythm whispers. Dissenters descend like Alette meeting knowbodies, and no bodies but twirling voices thrust, where poison black diamonds sip aether and ether and slythrill ecstatea. Mellowcello vibe writhes in the moor, […]

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1/12 Love

The smell of lentils and cumin and winter drown the house. The faith for heat will be temporary.   I dream of dusty deserts and hot desserts. I am smug. Like my tea mug with a piping bag swirling in the cold ignorance.   June is prayed for and against. She is dominating, sits in […]

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Bitter Chance

The request comes packaged in formalities, but it discusses meager trivialities. The bitter chance plunges into my heart and I ponder the meanings that taste me tart.   I venture out endurance of proclivity, the choices sear a true longevity. And borderlines bask in the background, while remnants scream their black sound.

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