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There was a problem last night,
with the shaking yellow crystals
through which your garage light was
refracted in a dozen amber waves,
where the broken folding chair
took its kingdom with the smoke
and left me or you to the floor,
in the angle of my tendons
shaded by the jagged tension
in your absent tooth-smile,
brought upon while I
brushed your knee
accidentally,
when your phone struck
concrete.
with the shaking yellow crystals
through which your garage light was
refracted in a dozen amber waves,
where the broken folding chair
took its kingdom with the smoke
and left me or you to the floor,
in the angle of my tendons
shaded by the jagged tension
in your absent tooth-smile,
brought upon while I
brushed your knee
accidentally,
when your phone struck
concrete.
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Literature
nothing lies forever
& if
we kiss
it's because I can't
find you
among the grassy ribbons
of your old zeta ego
& if I miss tongue,
teeth and cheeks
let the pavement carve
new mouths into my tights
she writes an another
poem about cigarettes
her east coast
her yerba mate
Literature
Reddist
Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.
Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:
A wild brook unleashed
and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.
A woman sewn
from the smile of Coyote,
from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-
Apples became
the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-
I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.
Wilder for a gypsy.
Literature
Serenissima
Slumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
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Whether or not it was meant to be, this is HAWT. I mean hot enough to burn. It's great.