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After the tidal seconds
have sent your self
into the notknowing
your times or plans
there you are
adrift
the world´s most lucid hangover
as your watch slips down your fingers
the minute dial blurs into sand
then smoke
and all your toilings
goings and comings
diggings and sniffings
against the push and pull
of the new sky
-different stars, different month-
hoping desperately
for an easier breathing
for the ticks and the tocks
to be a lullaby
like a lover´s muffled laughter
against the skin
instead of a slimeing crawl
expected from a critter one does not want
to identify.
have sent your self
into the notknowing
your times or plans
there you are
adrift
the world´s most lucid hangover
as your watch slips down your fingers
the minute dial blurs into sand
then smoke
and all your toilings
goings and comings
diggings and sniffings
against the push and pull
of the new sky
-different stars, different month-
hoping desperately
for an easier breathing
for the ticks and the tocks
to be a lullaby
like a lover´s muffled laughter
against the skin
instead of a slimeing crawl
expected from a critter one does not want
to identify.
Literature
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
Galaxy Skin
Galaxies look like milk i spilt on the lino
ethereal,
it's true;
Nut's body was is freckled with Taraxacums and gaiety.
She tells me it's like design,
tells me that, even though my cavity chest is full
of empty space held steadfast by stardust,
that it's all God's volition, that it's all art.
she tells me that numbers/words are the window to the soul,
that I should write about emptiness and glitter and detritus in the waves happiness
Literature
ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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