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SAMPLE SEGMENTS FROM X DAYS . . . ____________________________________

Canto [ i ] [ i ]


red is rushing
from you lips
and I cannot
put out this lamp light
thats burning down
the corridor
and betraying my every step
to your honey glowing skin
that holds deep set eyes against you

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Canto [ .a.tempest.gone.nocturnal. ]

the masses are electric
manifold in your painted skin
the gun manic inclined
in your weary hands
the rebel all shouts
floosy and frail
unmasking all your faults

a legitimate red
on your lips & face
a tempest gone nocturnal
where its running
down the sides
of your surfaces
lines locking
in your grooves

distressed and crushed
to your painted skin
tear away lives
on tear away paper
the needless mind
the reworked frames
our still-lives
never felt so good
as your hands turn
down and over again

but you are incomplete
every facet aching
joint and fibrous sinews
structured timely fashions
against your falling
pouted lips

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Canto [ .seems.in.your.skin. ]

under eternal twilight
star shine pisses down
to put out the fires
glowing in our hot
incandescant bellies

hundreds of riddles glow
off your seething skin
and your tempered hands
washing over me again
nudging at my tendrils
protruding from my core

angry with your smashed
lamplight & sundered skin
pouring from your frothing lips
limbs still splintered
in your empty alleyways
ocipitals crumpled at the frame
moths lying like burnt panels
against the seems in your skin

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Canto [ .in.segments.we've.found.you.
lounging.in.your.skin. ]

searing in the echoes
as you turn your head again
not meant for sleeping
empty shallow thoughts
run their course
coursing through
vein and valve

shadows dare
lingering here
as the a.m. passes on
and the hands that reach
have no fingers left
to graze your blurry skin

their sounds are shapes
of words won over
cutting clearly
the building tension
running through ligaments
the lines splayed out
off at odd angles
closer here
breath on bare cheeks

exhaustion is our expectation
in the nine to five lives
that we're running from
still in segments we've found you
lounging in your skin
the unnerving engines
of your lackluster passion
no heat filling rooms
that you filed silently from

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Canto [ .capillarity.gone. ]

livid styles
pinpricks all fashioned on sky & skin
where nothing holds back
lips on hearts that work the mound
aching still festers
in your psyche psylli-ble

our echoes etching
epidermis turned pulp red
gone tasteless
gone tongue numb
your haunting presence
eats our every word
ever silent structures
that are not love

and ever arching
are your plots & applauding
clasped palms to psalm valves
the beat goes on
capillaries dying
one by one
gone grounded out
are all eyes gone out?

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Canto [ .here.in.the.waiting.street. ]

guttered again
in rained out streets
strangers have
no inclination
of lending hands
to your broken jaw
now blossoming
out over the brim

begrudged holes
in your purchased skin
now breathing thickly
the darkened clouds
sub-septic & dermals buried
deep into your wilting surface
and scars dug in
to lounging lungs

lovers in the bridge
of your seared maw
curb ground
tasting enamel dust
now vicious & vapid
jagged hungry edges
cutting fleshy cheeks

patience is the pallet here
running tongued veins
that criss sectioned
the pulpy surface
entangled asphalt
replacing lovers
clotting plasma
now splayed across
a useless face
and the waiting street
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