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fragment/WIP | papers/lighter/text
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8212; paperslightertext @ 2:52 am. A nightmare from a waking dream:. A rotten tangerine regime. A bad toupee resembling hay. A right-hand man who’d criminalize gay. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. I blame the patriarchy.
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scrap from 2012 | papers/lighter/text
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Scrap from 2012 04/29/2016. Filed under: free verse. 8212; paperslightertext @ 11:44 pm. Could a sound signify a place,. A sense of saudade, sweet as a sigh. On some other’s collarbone,. A nook in which she’ll never again nestle? Briefly, where solace was sought from. The sun-soaked glen,. Shale shelter where tongues tussled,. A return to find the oak home hollow,. Hale, unoccupied by. Fate, kisses or wisdom. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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in the sincerest way: thanks, Obama | papers/lighter/text
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In the sincerest way: thanks, Obama 11/16/2016. 8212; paperslightertext @ 10:24 pm. To look back over my old poems now takes on a new sense of sadness and longing. it’s a reminder of the relative peace and stability I’ve enjoyed over the past eight years. things weren’t perfect, but as I contemplate the future, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by dread. Bugler stimulus package, drum rolled. Spliff smoked, roach, black clove in the ash-pot,. Inaugural hit off a resin ball the size of a shopping mall,.
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Recurring Dream | papers/lighter/text
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8212; paperslightertext @ 1:32 pm. I lose mine twice a week in my sleep. Instinctual, like birds migrating south. They clamber, bloodied, out of my mouth. Their enamel feet leaving tracks in the street. Gumming on food I long to eat,. I’m unable to stop their retreat. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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cyanescence | papers/lighter/text
https://paperslightertext.wordpress.com/2016/02/21/cyanescence
Filed under: free verse. 8212; paperslightertext @ 12:26 am. Sweet like cedar tea,. Dulcet tones and hemlock cones,. Skulls fuzzy with lichen. I’d liken it to the stump unfocused. A sense of self retracted. In a fortress of softness. On an ocean of moments. Carried off by currents. Swelling, strengthened,. Running deep with love. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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emergency action: panic attack procedure (11/8/16 edition) | papers/lighter/text
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Emergency action: panic attack procedure (11/8/16 edition) 11/29/2016. Filed under: free verse. 8212; paperslightertext @ 3:16 am. A dense fog, a coming frost. cracked continents crumbling. Like crushed ice in a cheap fountain drink. Hopes and dreams hollowed out into eerie jack-o-lanterns. A bitter, expensive pill to swallow. Five things I can see. Convulsions. a heartbeat, your arms:. Four things I can feel. Freeway noise, tears and static. Three things I can hear. Tangerine peels and cool night air.
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the future’s so wet, I gotta wear scuba gear | papers/lighter/text
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The future’s so wet, I gotta wear scuba gear 11/29/2016. Filed under: free verse. 8212; paperslightertext @ 12:37 am. Hope you enjoyed New York while it was dry. Sandy was only a preview of coming attractions. The feature presentation’s the dramatic rift,. Continental shift as Antartica crumbles,. America stumbles and Trump bumbles. An amphibian blowing bilious bubbles. Of hot noxious air,. Ten feet of sea rise. And a black snake slick with death:. None were mentioned in the thinkpiece. Kafka, baby mouse.