November 9, 2004

• tiers of tears

  dillude the ink

  i'm burning these rainchecks

  and running the torch:

  kings to the pon.

  stamp the wax

  these earrings are too heavy.

  syncopated superlatives

  dissonant rhythm:

  [your heartbeat]

  the "absent center" of this phrase.

  complete the spectrum;

  close my eyes

  retrograde my breath.

  the rook is in my hand

  and on the floor.

  spirals drown the vertigo

  improv the anamnesis.

  sweat out my contrition

  and gasp my penance:

  petals float.

  silver thread

  of an invisible necklace

  [internally rusted?]

  barefoot with greif-

  a flame

  swimming in irony.

  light this candle.

  [blow me out]

  • 9:59 pm
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