Murmur Box – Rehashed

Ohhh boy, now we’re getting deep into what made Year II special. The murmur set: Murmur, Palpitation, Irregular, Flutter, and Arrhythmia all revolve around this tiny microcosm I’ve built that starts with stained class and moon crabs. This was the kickoff point for Year II, autumn of 2015. We’ll take it from the top, beginningContinue reading “Murmur Box – Rehashed”

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Arrhythmia

Let slide writ waves on line Though everyone else Only hears half-lies Infinity is our half-life Chemical Coastline Where waves break And stained glass shines Ancient lotuses Covered in hard rime Radiating photic Caffiene and dopamine Green ivy on the Shoreside redwoods Turned a silvery Gunmetal grey Pogonip in canopies Lake bath bombs, glittery ItsContinue reading “Arrhythmia”

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Our Esque

Bare bodies Dog tags Idle clink Idyll sink Of heat As our brands Gravitate And demand To touch Two murmurs In our Heartbeats Yearning Conquering The other Ramadan Memorial Some weekend Shanghaied Cigarette smoke Swirling sunset And we’re only Protected By our marks Our murmurs Our esque Dog tags Clashing Jingling Moving Together Like wavesContinue reading “Our Esque”

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Is That Really Leaving It Behind?

Blast Outlast Through the stained glass And smash Outlast The past And smash Avast The past Is gone at last Avast Wear its carcass Is gone at last Hear the echoes Wear its carcass From then Hear the echoes Whispering From then A shockwaving beam Whispering Blast A shockwaving beam Through the stained glass

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Ohio Undead

Ohio Undead It was raining earlier When I ran past you On the sidewalk You nodded at me And I tried to look away But my eyes lurked For split seconds enough To snapshot an image That I’ll compile with the others In a growing scrapbook Of sightings You gave up on your hair ColorContinue reading “Ohio Undead”

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Palpitation

Palpitation It wouldn’t be that memory Of stained glass dust now Scattered upon those grains Before the windows disintegrated It would be a high tide Of a rising kind pulled by A celestial body Further into the shoreline Where swells crash into Tiny tidepools and decorate Moon crabs with shards Of stained memories It wouldContinue reading “Palpitation”

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