P365

*9/7

oatmeal clusters of
futile bones
pulling themselves forward

9/6
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the slow syrup
of thoughts through my brain
from one ear to another
i fall asleep in the soft rain

9/6
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the wear
wears down
our body wares

9/5
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My body is sliding apart
neck to one side
finger bones to the other

9/4
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broken bran muffin
the taste of wheat and rye
I am nothing left of breads

9/3
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yellow duck
purple duck
duck on the nose
we all grows
old someday

9/2
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freezing my toes
weekend blues
the smell of soap scum
and rust

9/1
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jammy egg jammy egg
warm little hole
in my cavern

8/31
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io
the cow
the moon
the whatever I want it to be

8/30
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iodine smile
the enamel that eats itself
emerges anew

8/29
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teethwork, framework
the color of grime
i paint myself rorschach

8/28
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blue moon bruise
the size of my arm
eyetooth and dogtooth
broken anew

8/27
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there is time
and then there is time
and more time after that

8/26

the bruise on my arm looks like a raspberry
I bite it
it takes of iron and copper and pain
no raspberry

8/25
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allthepeople
melted together in the heat
like little peeps

8/24
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the extra tylenol after dinner
being bad
when we don't suppose we should

8/23
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the making of sense
the thing i never want
I am no great competency

8/22
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the disbelief
in the whale's endocrine system
in the floating garbage
it expelled onto the world
the riches, the sulfur,
the heart of my mother

8/21
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ephermal femur
my leg is not real

8/20
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oh mary
oh mother
oh thricefold crone
oh thing of ancient born bones

8/19
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if all the plums are
sweet and juicy
why are yours
so much better

8/18
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what's the point
in wanting to be
the me I already am

8/18
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lovelorn lettings
hanging out to dry
an exercise, a practice
manufactured relief

8/17
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I pluck the forgotten
the faded label cassette
the oldest, at the bottomest
trinket out for you

8/16
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the marching of the
idle hands
the slow hanging of
half fulfilled felon

8/15
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from the pustules of the dead
we grow out mushrooms
we feed our feet
we suck their morrow throw our toes

8/14
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the underneath of the nail
that has driven into my skull
to split it into
two equal cantaloupes

8/13
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i messed up
we will fix it
and move on

8/11
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#ish

the strange beings
that live at the tips of my toes
too far to touch

8/12
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