floating and leaving no trace
at first there was an itch
an itch that wasn’t there before
and no hand to scratch it
so a fire had to do
to contain the itch
but the fire grew out of control
it burned without oxygen to consume
and its ashes became a fine mist
and the drops coalesced into diamonds
the first stars
and they sang with voice
but there was no air
and there was no one to hear
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Day 19
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the sun throws rocks at me
and my umbrella
shudders under the weight
of these fiery meteors
my hair reeks of smoke
tiny holes have begun appearing
in my shirt where the cosmic
ash has fallen
how i wish they didn’t carry
all that gravity with them
in addition to their smoldering
hearts
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Day 18
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heat returns
water bubbles in the fountain
a memory of rain
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Day 17
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you have my apologies, of course
truth transmitted directly from source
but too small, words too few
to make much difference to you
my skin a fractured eggshell
spiderweb damage the betraying tell
no need for hell to punish sin
i carry my eternal flames within
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Day 16
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half the cookies gone
with sadness i contemplate
the remaining half
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Day 15
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you left footprints
in the folds of my gray matter
no waves to wash them away
an eternal shore
like the moon
without air
without water
only the roar of the ocean
and the crisp
outlines of your
shoes
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Day 12
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at my desk
the click
of pressed keys
salt shrivels my tongue
i hear crickets
but it is only blood
only blood
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Day 11
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paper mâché jesus
angel composed
entirely of dried ivy
stuck to a stone wall
jesus comes apart
during a soft drizzle
collapsing into smeared
classified ads
a dry santa ana
picks the angel apart
one leaf at a time
leaving withered veins
without blood
——
for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Quadrille #30: drizzle
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Day 10
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even the master’s
meditation cushion
smells farty
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Day 9
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the phone rings
and my words
are pressed down
stoppered between
gut and tongue
you say hello
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
and we hang up
the phone rings
and my heart
is pressed down
wedged between
sharpened bones
you say hello
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
and we hang up
the phone rings
and my throat
clamps closed
crushed under
a drunk’s forearm
you say hello
and apologize
since you know you’ve called
(didn’t i)
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
(please don’t apologize)
and we hang up
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Day 8
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Words and Feathers 