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Dylan Who

we'd drink something that'd give  good boot 
something strong 

he'd tell me about Dylan T 
the boathouse 
the scenery 
how he'd party with the worst of them 
show 'em how it's done 

and maybe 
somewhere between 
the laughs and the re-fills 
it would spiral downward 
to past loves 
ideals 
the occasional awkward stare 
and silence 

Then we'd part ways 
fluff-brained 
wobbly 
and forget what we'd learned 
about each other by the morning.

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Ghosts

Dark settles on the walls. The 
street lamp blinks some light, 
then dies, then blinks again. A 
moth- stuck inside the room- 
pares its wings on the glass, 
falls to the windowsill, 
then does it again. My eyelids 
do the same. 

I remember his mouth; how the 
ghosts under his tongue 
slid through the cracks of his 
teeth, found mine, stayed there. 
And the birds at the backs of 
our eyes drank too much to 
leave. 

He told me there's a life of 
everything, somewhere else; 
one that isn't made of feathers 
or concrete. 
I'd be the flayed moth that made 
it through the glass, 
He, the sun, and my guts would 
be warmed under him.

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A Clear Mind

I'm just listening        
  
The composition of beaded notes          
dive at an angle aimed at my calves        
  
Clear projectiles implode on my skin          
slinking down toward my ankles        
          
The rhythm is constant          
          
          
Solid patterns          
          
drumming          
          
playing          
          
trickling          
          
          
A humming opus composed by the grey          
leaving translucent tones around my feet    
         
I could listen forever      
         
         
The drenching sound      
makes me       
forget..

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Underneath

I imagine a dense network of tunnels;        
malleable, hollow tubes narrowing        
then swelling - breathing a complex        
language beyond my comprehension.              
  
The synchrony is beautiful        
and I long to understand it.

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When You Speak

when you speak..
          
          
such rousing vibrations   
pour from you           
          
Tendrils of sound       
meander from your mouth           
and settle around my neck           
          
They curl           
and thicken           
and tighten 
with delicious finger-like grip           
          
Soon, I mightn't be able           
to breathe       
  
I should beg you to stop 
But I adore that you're killing me

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Cancer Party

There was 7 in the packet when 
we started       
7 sticks of pure, cancerous 
victory       
      
'better lock the door' she said     
  
      
The old Sod was outside 
tending his garden       
Putting those foul, spindly 
fingers     
to a more appropriate use       
Completely unaware of being       
locked out of his own house       
      
We sat in his lounge       
Watched him from the window   
    
Puffed on his cigarettes       
and laughed       
and coughed       
      
It was a waste of good smoke    
  
We didn't even inhale   
and the taste made us queasy     
  
      
      
Still, those were the best 3 and a 
half cigarettes I ever had.

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The Trouble With Knowing

I wonder what she's thinking   
whilst she pretends to watch T.V   
   
She's sat on that same spot     
on the same sofa for more years   
than I care to remember   
gradually not caring about   
the seven long hairs that grow     
from her chin or the stains     
all over her clothing from   
last weeks dinner   
   
She sips her cider   
   
I watch   
   
She sips   
   
I ask: "where is he?"   
   
"He's in bed." She answers,   
not removing her eyes from   
the commercials.   
"Pour me another, will you?   
and open the window"   
   
She is almost robotic.   
   
I can see past the piss stained   
mess that has become her   
well enough to know she   
is scared as hell.   
   
I open the window     
The breeze bounces past my cheeks   
  
"He can't open the windows   
anymore" she whispered- 
"He can't do anything"