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First He Came for Everything (with abject apologies to that better Martin: Martin Niemöller)

First he came for the Mexicans, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Mexican

Then he came for the Muslims, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Muslim Continue reading

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(sin voz)

Esta no es mi nativa ni incluso adquirida, sin embargo, la herramienta que me está engañando en éxtasis y verborrea pero mi cara no se traduce, más como el famoso salamandra de Paz quemaduras y vueltas y emerge cicatrizado cada … Continue reading

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Heart in England

I had a heart when I was in England Heart in England, morning runs through cemeteries racing with Mary’s ghost, merging with the mist amongst the cenotaphs, vaporous fingers tracing ancient names on leaning tombstones, and tracing sweat along my … Continue reading

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a mind, bound

you did not kiss her when you touched her the last time, your entry lacked finesse – was more like your marriage, cold, hard, familiar inevitable, regrettable but… you held her, wrists above her head, hips cracking manic hard bound … Continue reading

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Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)

hell beach i am going to I am going beach to (you without)gathering seashells ‘n (wind sea chuckles) >>>this is where you are looking, not right, up to where i found the right spot for your eyeballs [icon insert here(?) … Continue reading

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Some Worship

Cheers to our lost fathers… Continue reading

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Just Some Time

Just some dumb counter encounter, me and my old doppelganger, dusty old man, wry eyed in the mirror, wishing the kale juice was something higher test. Gotta flush those toxins, baby, gotta pretend the last decade didn’t happen. There’s that kid, … Continue reading

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