danger: keep out

frayed sneaker rubber catches
on raised and split slab
denim sticks
but the pause
recalibrates
and retuned
she notices the derelict building
the way the plywood is peeled up
from the corner of the window
like an invitation that she can’t say no to
and the sign warning against it
is just encouragement
and there isn’t anyone around
caring enough to notice
she supposes
a quick peek can’t hurt
more shifting eyes
and sure enough
dry rot makes doors of barricades
with little leverage
and her slightness gets through quickly
and easy
she lands
a plume shoots up from the dust-bed
as eyes adjust
crepuscular rays riddle the deteriorating bar
and the air is the musty rosy
of mold and funeral parlors
shards of mirror mark toothy
the temple of bottle
now un-stocked and patron-less
green dots the artificial wooden paneling
and she wonders if any amount of scrubbing
would be enough
as the sound of glass rolling
beyond the bathroom door
makes her drop her phone
turned snapshot processor
on stinging knees
she spiders frantic hands
through the rubble
to recover the precious object
something between flesh and bone
but colder than anything she’s ever known
delicately rests a hand on her shoulder
fuck the phone
she skitters back out the window
unwilling to discover their owner
two blocks closer to home
lungs heaving fiery and ragged
she grabs a glance backward
the vice grip loosens slightly
but she doesn’t stop running
front door
dead bolt
back door
kitchen knife
upstairs
bedroom
more locks and a chair for good measure
cover and bed and she has to stop shaking
she begins to rationalize
to lie
it’s alright

and nearby
her phone rings

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there was music in her ears*

dreamy sea bobbing
swaying robes
walking roads
pensive brow
a bamboo thicket
non-native
but beautiful
and terribly invasive
she watches the gull
smash an oyster
on the slate shoal below
and life goes on


*this is a quote from the song South American Eye by Dogbowl
it only has anything to do with anything
because i was listening to it at the time
i also highly recommend it.

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lucid

the empty orchestra
an insignificant sound
copper coiling rounds
sky-bound battery
makes little progress
against glass sliding outside

black-mat tar-blanket
liquid bluing makes clean
cut grass
lazy torrents
streaming
feed the bay
flotsam paralleling jetty
the water here heavy
and deadly to most forms
especially when it gets in

harpoon-hook proboscis
in lonely winter inhabitants
foisted domestics
relearning the feral root
their truth
a 50-gallon warmth necessity
like life in a sulfur pit
the trees bear no fruit

a sign warns of lingering
as if it’s legally binding
but the asterisk says it’s not
a rebellious nature
shouts discourse
against the implication

black drips upward
reflections pool
in the darkness
where the temple lies
reverence and alms paid
inscriptions in service
to the primal creativity
the deity under the bridge
belongs to

the monks’ road
bifurcates repetitious
and the sacred
is no right answer
like piety and tragedy
should have a laugh over drinks

the all
a purely speculative exercise
to pass away the ensuing hilarity

and in the distance
a fervent dead-man’s-grip sincerity
clutching skeleton fingers chant
the end is nearly here

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ritual

candles lit in round
drop the background
head drift begins body-heavy
the correct configuration
of gestures and tongue clicks
begin a quantum shift
bending causality
to meet desire
when done correctly
it will be as if
nothing at all
is out of the ordinary
but that’s the illusion

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17 minutes

sunny-side up
ptsd staring contest
shit-raking over coals

the sight
of the lobotomy icepick
hood ornament
freight weight backed
domino follow-through

chilled pin prick fuck you(s)
served over sweet tea
cold to counteract
encroaching global seasoning
ostrich reasoning dug in

head-spin break-back
cannonball-chest wind resistance
tributaries in disuse
vascular toad croaking
bubble neck
and head explodes

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sup

calcaneus clatters on hardwood
moonless fog creeps in
through the garden door
reeking of haunted earth
the ivy tightens imperceptibly
around the facade
wooden handle
choke up
old steel
imperfection pitted
waxen flesh sings
high pitched
and hushed
wipe away the peels
and the ruddy pooling
company will be coming soon

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falling action

dead black bird
laying electrocuted
in the gutter
prismatic swaths eddy
around tossed feathers
paying respects
along sea-wise pilgrimage

a 50-year heartbreak culminating
fires distress flares
into unconcerned traffic
cruel magic in the lack of impact
insects simply alter their path
or devour the mangled animal

larval writhing
endless cycling
causality steamrolls
onward
in spite

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