you can't crawl back

they won't contain you

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eyes were free to roam.

Beckoned by lady bugs, lady people,

patch of grass, church steeple.

No adult tunnel through which

eyes must go.

No, my neck has twitched since

I learned to grow.

It twitches still, when I feel low

Sleep wrong, think slow..

When our neck twitches, it's time to Go

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Dodging my hand while attacking my plate

A lifetime in front of my fiery eyes

then it touched down and rested its wings and it died

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squatting at the intersection

of misery and sin

where satin clouds turn sour

before the second hour

and recess is a ceaseless game

that crows live to devour

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It’s a prison, isn’t it?

this panic room of soft roulette

limited by stagnancy

and stations of regret

home to blessed thieves

that celebrate the seas

and tantalize their serenades

with sounds of sweet reprieves

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the precept to confess

lay lifeless in its nest

poisoned by the quest

for a phantom tourniquet

slipping between shadows

courting their new battles

to emerge with swollen gums

and gold turned into cattle

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I’m scattered

rocks stuck to tired feet.

Clinging to trees.

Water eyes on failure clouds

and regret moon.

I’ll learn to heal happy,

soon.

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Is white or black the enemy?

Is art a product or release?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Is there a path beneath my feet?

Is industry the enemy?

Is love a product or release?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Is this just normal or are things bleak?

Is social change the way to peace?

Is there something hidden in my dreams?

There’s multiple shades of grey I think..

Am I afraid?

Or am I cautiously insane..

To hold my tongue when balance is at stake..

Am I a con?

I know what I’ve done wrong..

I hold my tongue but balance is at stake..

So what should I say?

Am I allowed to capture grey?

So what will I be?

Guess I’ll say some shit and see..

I am an algorithm

capable of making algorithms

but I am deep in the data of the data i create.

I can shift realities

but who else with that power

feels the silly old compulsion to just take?

I don’t have the answers and they aren’t on any page

But something I have noticed through the black and white and grey..

My brother sees me as an NPC in his RPG..

And I see him the same..

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where is the soul when it stands no chance?

You spat a frenzied rant from the strings in your back

an empty attack

by a brain chained to beating perceptions of black

a marionette claiming to know what I meant

deploying fresh lies to curb every hard effort spent

to detach from the shape-shifting fabric of fear

that hides in the hours that summon us here

but I’ve witnessed you cower to forces unseen

You swallowed a laugh, said I lived in a dream.

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last night?

Did the drying, dying daffodils

keep you up?

Wondering, stuck

”How long til I pick a

dandelion to whir a wet wish?”

A flowered feeling that doesn’t dip.

How long and wrong am I

to want

to skip?

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Do you mind if I push you aside?

For your sweet pickled fire is my only desire

Once the rest of my dish is inside

So soon Shall I eat you - Do not be afraid

For I swear I will not leave you out

The best is for last and it’s you not the noodz

That this cute little poem’s about.

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how to torch the taste of a wasted chase

his scratched match cast a billion masked rats in a fabric of truth

these are hollow distractions, you can’t know empty rooms.

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January-blue.

I revert to child eyes,

reflected in you.

Brain bubbles

and blisters

and smiles?

I’ll hold it a while

then root down.

My toes will touch

center-Earth

and I’ll grow so small

so content

to stay in your palm

so long it exists

cupped, kissing icy

soil

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But I’m disappointed in myself

Because I’m proud of myself

But I’m disappointed in myself..

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I should be careful when I start declaring what I am and am not

Don’t wanna be caught in the I am’s and not’s

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for the very first time

in a few years

and I'm sort of really

trying to get used to

the smell of

my own breath.

It is salty

'cause I always keep a swig

of the ocean

hidden behind my molars

incase I forget

the bliss of

grey water against my cheeks

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they sneak through dead flowers

daring the sound of lost tomorrows

on a reckless road to nowhere

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Oh..

..should I come to you?

I see.

I look lazy wrapped inside the sheets.

I understand why you look down on me.

Fabric on my face

staring out and into space..

..you’ll understand if you just lay with me.

Fabric on our faces in my hands..

..I move my wrist and light begins to

dance..

..through the gaps that the crossly stitched pixels provide.

When I had younger eyes..

I’d lay like this a lot..

But that’s not the point.

(Obviously put, fine poet.)

But that’s not the point

Meta is main..

..and so, main’s the wandering eyes.

I’m leaking.

This isn’t who I want to be.

Culture is moving to the moment you are in.

Culture is moving back to where it’s always been.

Do you see how I can make this fabric disappear if I hold it against the light like this?

I don’t have a hard time breathing under here but it does make me feel matrix'd just a bit.

Incubated.

Womb-Like.

I love being comfortable.

Is this what you expected when you lay down with me?

I didn’t really know what I wanted when I asked.

You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.

But I would like to lay here a little longer before I get up and get back to work.

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there’s a lasso

for another baseless pattern of pretend

violet flames in a golden ocean

a quick fix for fangs

the night comes running

thing of nothing

put on your paper crown

let’s try again

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summer

wind

or beg it to blow harder

Come, please, again

whip against the trees

pinecones fall

bloody blue knees

birds ca-caw.

call for me?

I'm busy. being free

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a bejeweled pithy pity that pretties itself with mental confetti and touts crystal clarity

So it can destroy every notion

when the shadow comes knocking and the shutters start closing and it sticks its nose in

and the next thing you know

it’s prying up floorboards so it can expose

the blood and the bones 

while it rips off the skin but leaves on the clothes

as it spins the same record and says

welcome home

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blistered cement on wilting knees

scratching, rubbing feet to skin

heel electrified on shins

a loss that’s fairly win

oily green and red penitence.

we Got..: poison ivy

we're Not above the blistered three leave

hell weak

fuck a yellow-petaled fairy forest

fuck a sterilized-blue-tiled cave

I’m glad the woods writhe

turn me alive, choose sides

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if, being alive is feeling pain.

healing from planned

mistakes

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I watch a bug crawl on a leaf.

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Blurry, in the background above the same branches,

a robin flutters over me.

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As the bird comes into focus..

even further out I notice..

a jet plane full of people flying by.

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Look at all the layers in the sky.

Universes all in the same sky.

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