my brain hums with shrapnels of poetry & madness
“but even words you trust won’t stay where you send them.”
—from neurotica xviii: collarbones and cognitive hazards
—from neurotica xviii: collarbones and cognitive hazards
Neurosity LXXX:
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Neurosity LXXXV:
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my dearest garcia lorca,"ants and ants, but even my subconscious
is not patient enough for your poetry. my brittle heart is a bobbing turtle’s head, the tip of my tongue, chalk, whitened from silence. what is regret but desire for chance — diaphanous dragonflies and monochromatic confessions. the olive wind whispers your name in sierra, and i hate that it haunts me. there is no truth in longing, only urgency. tonight, the Catalan lights shine on binary breasts of roses, and still, i live in the drawers from the burning giraffe" |
fjord, unstrange this"adduct: parallel lines never meet
how much of myself do i have to lose to keep you found? ... abduct: perpendicular lines only meet once what if where i am is what i need? |
pain always produces logic,
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what if we can’t
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neurosity:
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collarbones and
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whiskey jellyfish
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emergency exit"alarm will sound
faster, faster then without hesitation linger what keeps on ― divides" |