Remove the Head

Remove the head, and what is left? A pile of blood and scales and bone All crumpled down into a heap beneath the sun-- Oh great Saint that saves us! Illustrious in design, ye mighty with a sword And helpful with shield and steed. A slice, a...

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Love's Labour's Won

A play of pure futility! We speak our parts as automatons, Emotions leaked from slits under our eyes To drain in tiny pools on ruined carpet, Stains of neverwas, and neverwill. A blocking so contrite we scoff in rhythm And sweep our hands in...

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Gemstones

A pestilence of diamonds, Each brilliant in its cut, and hewn From grander specimens than what You wear atop your finger. Encrust in gold each pale moon tear, Each drop of sunlight crystalized; From ev'ry gem, a universe inside. I beseech...

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Synesthesia

To colour, to breathe and taste The arcs of light across the ears; Racing stripes of taste and sound Careening wild--in concentric circles To find the bull's-eye point of progress Where we, as living museums, Do store each speck of feeling. And...

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We, the Beasts

I am not what you think I am. I am feral, blood marking my age on my teeth, Strings of raw flesh trapped in my gums. My fingers manipulate my skin, Pulling and tugging it over bone and sinew, Deforming it, layers of butcher paper on meat. Sweat...

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Three Mile Island

The pattern of your breathing, A tattoo into the aether That splits apart the tapestry of night When I sit awake beside you. I, in the glow of my digital altar, While you do dream intricate fables That spiral down and into fantasy; I, in the...

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O Mio Bambino

I met Bambi in the backend of nowhere, a windowless club called Gaucho's. I was nursing an Old Fashioned, occasionally chewing at the plastic swizzle stick and wishing it was something more fun to chew on. The deejay's loud brassy voice boomed out over...

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The Great Orchestra

Kneeling down to face the speakers, The thudding of my heart syncs up With every thud that jumps from the subwoofer, Rolling cross the floor to crash upon the walls; I feel the cold breath of sound, Shuddering waves of passion, They slide across...

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