

Dis-at-tractionsSometimes I talk to myself Late at night, when I’ve lost that ...cadence of a summer girl and I want to walk theDis-at-tractions
seasons with you
Let your eyes break these walls, and your heart spill like tap water.
I reap your sorrows, a bitter hatchet [and you tear me apart]
last year we got skylights [a thing of dreamers and artists] And when it rained, I let you pour over me.
I let my hair fall down drop my hands to my sides and mistake you for something
[supernatural]
I miss that.
conc


Girl Alarm Clockthe sun sets unasked and rises again without theGirl Alarm Clock
caress of skin. But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams that make moan and flutter of stillness
quiver of over-warm flesh parting lips smooth inseam of thigh wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
kite dreams pull at her eye strings make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me while fingers fetal curl
towards the face and her lips twitch my name over and over &nb
i wish you wellness.
dae .
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a rat became the unit of currency
are you a taoist?
A.
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How's life treating you these days, old man? I'm gonna reread your stuff tomorrow.
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One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
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