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- dirt at allpoetry
i would never have known you but for an errant word - a single - unresolved anger in a bitter young man. at allpoetry
his shirt falls to the floor and his guns ball up, taut- - a-ron in SC at allpoetry
in the midst of morning rucks and humps and moonlit range, - ever always never near here at allpoetry
fuck me with your platitudes and minimize the magnitude of my trauma. my wanton - sure. why not. at allpoetry
... - for fear at allpoetry
you are sensational in your / banal conversation; always / with the same tired talk / of the same old nomenclature. / names you give your hidden parts / as part of saving face. the dark / down deep drearin - reserved at allpoetry
reserved - eh. at allpoetry
i'm bleating, bleeding, / falling right in line; / all left aligned and / double-spaced- / (.)punctuate this(.) / - a love algorithm at allpoetry
why / denotes ambiguity- / an infinite set of possibilities, / proposing to clarify / a finite, casual interrogation. / why / am i... / are you... / are we... / is anything... / why not? / why - office party at allpoetry
She is resolute in her aloofness, refusing to partake in the usual niceties of "hello, how are you, and how do you do?" There is a strain between her breasts as she voraciously gulps a shot of tequila. Her barett - 4 am at allpoetry
i believe in magic, / and when you find that genuine thing, / you have to grasp it, hold on tightly. / and i believe there is a holiness / ascribed to the beauty / of 4 a.m. pillow talk, of: / where you've been an - the cage door stands ajar, now. at allpoetry
i'd rather repeatedly scorch the lining of my throat / than subject my ears to one more worthless lie, / one more far-fetched justification of the way you are. / every syllabic utterance that falls from your heinous, - immersion at allpoetry
3. / this progressive slipping away / is transforming my brain, and / your sleep-talking diatribes / are rapturous. / 2. / this dynamic process, this / climate of thick intermingling / has lit a bonfire of - starting again... at allpoetry
I want a body to hold and lips to kiss and a nose to trace the slope of. I want eyes to pierce me and render me captive. I want - missing you at allpoetry
rake apart my scalp and lay me bare,
there,
