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1.

I threw my life out of fragile darkness,

peering through holes I cut from bright blackness.

2.

I bit the black, which bled into my teeth,

white currents bubbled low, both smooth and deep.

3.

The cosmos dance inside your speckled palms.

I burst into their light—pure, holy alms.

4.

Tonight I hacked my lungs out of my chest

and choked on the bleak truth of my unrest.

5.

She was the bullet hole inside the moon;

he narrowed on her tracks, his special boon.

6.

Your limbs were bent like subtle shoots of bone

and turned to face the frowning crown of stone.

7.

A soldier with the build of onyx stone,

stands still erected on history’s throne.

8.

They spin the spokes, a field of rusted red.

twin bikes, twin wheels, twin boys, perhaps now dead.

9.

Cutting into the onion of my heart,

I lose my way and fountains bubble, dart.

10.

I pricked the light, the black, the dawn so still,

then changed my mind, imagination killed.

11.

Kissing your palms was staring at the moon,

mocking your sight and soul with thoughtless swoon.

12.

I stared as things of beauty turned to rust,

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as things of temporary grandeur must.

13.

Entombed in ordinary dust I wait

to leave hands taut and clutching marble gates.

14.

Before I let society collapse,

I’ll play its games, disjointing all the maps.

15.

Your fate like spider webs its way to me,

but I am blind like you and will not see.

16.

Cutting through stone with hands of molded clay,

I found the broken universe displayed.

17.

Flirtatious memories covered in white chalk—

a woman’s murder not far from the mark.

18.

Engraven on his palms and in his face,

we reaching for divine fall into grace.

19.

I stumbled into smooth forsaken land,

so lost, forlorn, perplexed without my band.

20.

Creator made from pieces of each man,

a frankenstein who stole the times of sand.

21.

Oblique and sightless: things we know too much,

and yet it grips the world with hungry touch.

22.

See such an innocent, pale yellow fruit,

hide wild grenades in dark power suits.

23.

She slipped on cracks in roads that weren’t there,

renamed the town with hands both cold and bare.

24.

The monster in the spire came out at night

and seemed to love her gently out of spite.

25.

Speak, and I will tell you something broken.

Listen, and I’ll give you my own tokens.

26.

Hidden in sands of emerald, pearl, and gem,

the culprits mingled with the dead’s soft hymns.

27.

Though derelict and on the edge of town,

she crept through like a shade in wintry gown.

28.

The hunter crossed and looked and saw quite fast,

prey was his, he would not—it didn’t last.

29.

The ark we placed under volcanic ash

will never be found, despite the mad dash.

30.

People little more than cannon fodder,

vibrant destruction will be our solder.

31.

If he could part the waters of the sea

perhaps red-rich blood was truly the key.

32.

The mansion could not fill her crinkled heart,

corrupting tunes of men her shifting art.

33.

He beat his life into those drums, the rim,

death pulsed beneath those hands and slowly dimmed.

34.

The heart I stole was not my own it seems,

while peering through the books I killed a dream.

35.

Clinging to a ragged freedom calling,

so easy to keep the two still falling.

36.

The law was fashioned with a badge of stone

that no one could unravel or atone.