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every day
at this life
wake with or without
sun or something
with or without someone
in the quality of remaining
at this point
every day dulls or sharpens
our sense of what was
what will be
what we work into another minute
what we write in our minds
our only hope
to remember
every day remember more or less
remember to dress or stay in bed
what someone said or didn't
will i remember you
as i walk along this dream
will it seem real
will i feel who touched
another moment or another
ghost of this traveler
every day another unraveler
another blatherer
with something the matter
clatter on with work and rest
who knows best
who goes west or east
into or with another sun
whose gun do i see
which blows another day away
who will stay or leave
who will believe me |
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my body sits and rattles away uncontrolled
the code calculus of an alien
tongue forces my body donıt understand
this space below the crook-necked table lamp
hers
i call your name in a voice
no one can hear in my head
this place i continue to return to
begins
several times over butterflies and yes
letıs scatter
untitled
itıs red this valentineıs day ink
this wash of words
one after another blends
together
we do this until the light
blue morning
the end of a movie
closes our eyes
to sleep
we dream of love
in the bath
words mean nothing words mean
we rinse our bodies
good-bye
i canıt see straight
skee-bop skee-bo
itıs a twisted thing
itıs just a word
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