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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Friday 1/26/2024 11:22:00 PM

 every breath is a betrayal. her embrace. all its fragile monsters. like unsweetened chocolate and forgotten bee stings.

casual gods. carving paradise from stale coffee and cigarette butts.

we are an abundance of spaces. with no way inside them. we are a dry cough on the lips of eternity. no cure. only the sharp salinity of collapsing silence.

the choke of time. all used condoms and barking dogs.

the pot is always at a simmer, but rarely comes to a boil.

she bargains with the soldiers. though she knows the war doesn't belong to them. she marks the path with tears. though she's certain it leads to nowhere.

it's only truth. pretending to recognize her. 

a putrid sniff of how. a frigid burst of when. a manic funeral.  the superlative treason of skin.

the broken author. the spoiled poet. the oblivious artist.

fraying adverbs drown  in the dysfunctional narrative of touch.

the inexplicable proximity of surrender. the staunch loyalty of flesh.

the curious distance between them. 


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