Years and Years – Rehashed

This one is a poem. And like poems it’s weird and layered and from a particular point in my life when I was feeling especially bitter about old blood and all the fun stuff that comes with past flames being present ash. Years and Years – Text I can see this poem was published inContinueContinue reading “Years and Years – Rehashed”

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In Bellingham

Way up there in Bellingham There’s a university With a massive wall of windows In the dining hall That look out over the bay I sat there with you On my first time up To visit And we had dinner among All the other students Like I belonged I knew it wasn’t going to LastContinueContinue reading “In Bellingham”

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Words Over Inches

Distance makes and breaks a lot of things It chains our reach and clouds our heads For there was that Bellingham girl Waiting for me it seemed no matter what We exchanged letters of love Across distance Where messages lost in translation Delievered mixed messages Distorted words to a person unnerved Every day one receivedContinueContinue reading “Words Over Inches”

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Blocked

There wasn’t much Discussed at all Communication is The last bastion That falls When things die off I had to remake Your memory Maybe we don’t enjoy Who we are now And we only exist In nostalgia In memory Use it or lose it And you lost it Until I showed you 84 pages ofContinueContinue reading “Blocked”

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Inferno In Stillness

Contact Contracted again Bloodlet old memories Dead experience Necromancer Not by chance These memories rise From dancing with dead A cult of sorrow In the cemetary Of memory city Near Radio Reality Glass and reflections In sacrificial incense Offer to the airwaves Intelevision Buried praxis Shimmering in trees While their roots drink Deep into darkContinueContinue reading “Inferno In Stillness”

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Sharing Myself With You Again

Pulling me into the bath By my dogtag chain Kissing me deeply As the water is disturbed I fall with you We’re submerged In the outside tension Being with you Is this dream’s new life Another path Another tease Another fucked up Fantasy As I awake to no bath foam But to in my bedContinueContinue reading “Sharing Myself With You Again”

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No More

She never really Told me about where She came from I know where she was Born But how she got 3000 miles away I’ll never know When she went into Foster care Why she hates her mother And because of that Why she hates her First name I’ll never hear more About that time inContinueContinue reading “No More”

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