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2010 21 May :: 2.52 am
I am all too loosely tied
down
up
into this without thinking.
I lie watching the pendulum lower, centimeters in a swing, and I am so overcome by the awe of my inaction, by the obvious fact that I choose not to move, that I can do nothing but sit and wonder and as the cycle repeats itself I realize I am a deer caught in the headlights, one who has foreseen the wreckage. I've lived it, on the other side of the glare.
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2010 23 April :: 11.02 am
slosh of insufficiency rolls, where
how does this lead me to (bed)rooms? I've taken glances and tried to take photographs, always fake photographs clutter my camera lens. Summer heat is a weight I can't carry anymore, not in the fake cold climates of the aisles that stretch though your department store, not over the trampled dust lanes of your flea market at seven in the morning early enough to watch the dew evaporate into sweat I spill just standing, muscles ache just waiting, limp and sore and raw and how did I get this thirsty enough to cross a 4 lane busy street just to buy a bottle of high fructose corn syrup or lap a few sips up from the drinking fountain caked with the backwash of a thousand parched patrons. As I watch the viscous spit too thick to drain through tiny holes move like an amoeba caressed by the flow of the water I realize I just drank from, somehow I feel like I can taste that phlegm and my mouth feels sick and my cheeks hang heavier as they're coated on the inside with a slimy saliva.
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2010 26 March :: 12.55 pm
infatuation saturates and
impatience permeates this
we communicate
through the layers of dust we lay
we alleviate
the pulses and smoke we raise
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2010 17 March :: 12.45 pm
I am a leaking drum of oil
spinning slowly
sinking...
twisting on a weightless axis
slow motion turrrrnnnns a groaning moan as the bubbles escape my lungs, evaporationevacuation
light melts in the ocean waves and turns to gold and blue and grey. exposed in a wavering radiance and filtered through a thousand shifting lenses overlapping and dripping like sap
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2010 13 March :: 11.22 am
:: Music: dark matter
the days, shattered and splayed, connected by the tenuous ligaments of smoke, are passing. I recount each, clear and cut from the calendar, stacked one on the other into a towering, jagged structure. the bluish lines, fragile and thin, encased in each square of glass run in every direction and always end up fading at the edge. if I can find the correct angle, turn each piece the right number of degrees, I know a riddle will be solved. I know the answer will be found.
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