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Like a great snake you twisted
a tail inside your mouth
speaking of knowledge and forever
like the poet who spoke the wind
You were a mighty one, so great, so powerful
so captive, so harnessed by your tongues
like a snake consuming it's tail
so you captured your forever
a tail inside your mouth
speaking of knowledge and forever
like the poet who spoke the wind
You were a mighty one, so great, so powerful
so captive, so harnessed by your tongues
like a snake consuming it's tail
so you captured your forever
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The List
The List
If I could have just one more wish
It would be that you don't make the list
The list of those who came before
The list of those who promised more
The list of those who smiled wide
Pretended they had nothing to hide
The list of those who played their part
And pretended they could mend this heart
The list is those who said all the right things
And promised I could fly without wings
The same ones who cut my feathers when they grew
And cursed me down every time I flew
Those who said "I'll make you whole"
But never truly knew this soul
Those who couldn't stand on their own
And hurt me because they've never flown
So if I could have jus
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homecoming
nearly home. nearly home. a space and time away from where you want to be: belonging to yourself. there is a midnight garden somewhere inside my lungs, black and tarry from the darkness i am siphoning from your lips to mine, trying to let the light in, trying to stop the hurt becoming a euphemism for two vertical red lines drawn in a bathtub. you have turned me inside out. raw, vulnerable; the silence is an agony.
you have wormed your way inside and I have agreed to be your golem, a clay replacement for the affections of the woman who bedded herself beneath your skin and rearranged your spine. even so, let me give til i am a dry husk, let me
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On Waitressing
Appreciate what you can.
That man drinking the blonde ale—
I appreciate the vernacular of his mohawk.
The diner will turn
into a wild boar tearing into tougher hide,
ignorant of the true size of his stomach.
Is it the size of a tack
or the size of a grenade
or the size of a cannon?
Separate, or his spoiled tusks will find you.
And only spit in most food.
Balance is key.
Whenever possible,
jettison past the heat-stroke
into the walk-in cooler
and put a palm to your ice-chest
to ensure your heart still beats.
My brother went to culin
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the circle of consumption...nothing lost and nothing gained, the energy is consumed and expelled. I feel like the self consuming serpent.