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13. | Violent Salvation

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July 28, 2012. If my heart were a city. We two would meet as strangers. In the streets,. As hapless unknown passersby. I, a delinquent,. A shy though enviting. Look in my guilty eyes. My brow still wet. With the sweat of crime. And you, my sweet,. Have come lately,. A lost and curious tourist,. In passports and flights. Fearful in an untranslatable fright. With just enough courage. To my redundant demands,. As I take from you the love. The love you would have. Next post →. I Dared To Eat A Peach. Warning...

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Monthly Archives: August 2012. August 5, 2012. On the eve of the new godgiven year, when the waters of the Inundation had subsided, leaving the ground visible, I slid in through the flames like a serpent cutting a path into sun. Through the entering in. My soul, my own. I crawled through as a purling. Looking down into the mirrored steps I climbed I saw myself descending into the heights. In the very center of the fire, -ascending…. August 5, 2012. The dead man’s. In the mad girl’s. A world gone cold.

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July 28, 2012. About your friend who suffers our syndrome. Whose wife makes him attend Sunday services and refuses to give up on him. She’s got enough strength to shoulder the brunt of it. you say, meaning the costs that come with living, the shame that comes with living, the loss that comes with living; the prices we’ve all got to pay every day in living. Next post →. Out of Your Head: Drugs Through the Ages. I Dared To Eat A Peach. Writing On The Sun. Night and Day Poems of Amy Nash. Tales from the Fri...

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July 28, 2012. There are two sides to a closed window,:. On the outside the dreary rain taps against the glass,. Asphalt glistens. A small dog barks down the road. A little brown boy rides his little red bike. Up and down the wet concrete. Of a nameless soggy street. Its weathered sign hanging. On a crooked pole,. On the corner of the block. Where the empty husk. Of an abandoned bar now rots. 8211; A middle-aged prole turns the key. The engine ignites, waves goodbye. To his wife, she smiles at the doorway.

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Welcome to my site. I’d like to thank you for taking the time to read this. Please feel free to browse my various posts. I will be posting all sorts of scribbles onto this page. New and old. Both spontaneous outpourings and carefully crafted artifacts. The first posts will be ready made writs that were composed or reworked anytime after the year 2011, but after that it will all be new. My preference is for an almost absolute anonymity in reading a poets work, meaning that at first reading I’d like ...

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July 28, 2012. The Pome That Fell Out of My Headbone. 8211; A potpourri. 8211; the perfidy. 8211; a perfect. 8211; a punishment. 8211; a prison. 8211; a heart all pigs and pope. I’ve stuffed and filled. My headskull with pills. To kill the thrill of ill. 8211; from moon to moon alone. Aloof in rooms of No. 8211; Poppy poems. Pistils pills and snow. 8211; Patterns prim. 8211; twin axis of a soul. That proffers its poultice. Of livid skin and bones. A blissful game of. 8211; a posthumous protuberance.

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August 5, 2012. The dead man’s. In the mad girl’s. A world gone cold. 8211; she shows. And the fruitless moon over. Shines brightly in its grief…. Next post →. Out of Your Head: Drugs Through the Ages. I Dared To Eat A Peach. Writing On The Sun. Night and Day Poems of Amy Nash. Realm of Empress Musie. May days are swell]:. View Full Profile →. 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). Blog at WordPress.com.

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Violent Salvation | Poems 2011-2014 | Page 2

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July 28, 2012. The punk rock kid I met one time, just a few weeks ago. We thought he accidentally OD’ed. His girlfriend found the suicide letter today, posted in a facebook note, he’d decided to skip on the ‘post this to your wall’ option. Why do you think he did it? July 28, 2012. She finally gave in and showed her utter bewilderment and said, Ok? Strange. [ a pause]Hello? What the fuck are you talking about? July 28, 2012. The simplicity and ease of this little ditty belies the torturous ordeal the aut...

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August 5, 2012. On the eve of the new godgiven year, when the waters of the Inundation had subsided, leaving the ground visible, I slid in through the flames like a serpent cutting a path into sun. Through the entering in. My soul, my own. I crawled through as a purling. Looking down into the mirrored steps I climbed I saw myself descending into the heights. In the very center of the fire, -ascending…. Out of Your Head: Drugs Through the Ages. I Dared To Eat A Peach. Writing On The Sun. Tales from the Fr...