New Years Above


I make no sounds.
I make no voice,
If there is one 
For me,
that I may have.

I speak no language and 
I wear no clothes.

If it is dance,
It is animalistic jitterings.
Má tá sé
Ta sé mar sin.

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Brother
Immovable object,
Not even a pattern.
A motto above the fucking mantel.
Daguerreotypyed ever so 
Painstakingly 
By your 
Poor hands.
Come to pass anything! Anything!
Heaven crash through and beyond our plane!
Live twelve thousand lives and 
Die twelve thousands deaths!
But follow ever your brass bull.
Even as it kills you.
Even as you know,
It will.

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Beyond the Masonry


Not a wall with only two sides 
But a room with many 
Where on any side 
Those who smirk can claim 
That those not next to them 
Surely lie directly behind the masonry.

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Chicken Sandwich

When I feel your sinew snap
And your muscles break
Your tissue disintegrate

I know you
Stronger than death.
And now In throes.

Coated In oil
And flour
And fried 

Topped with sauce 
And pickles
And bread.

A good 
you never knew.
Met only in its deaths
And now yours.

Topped in a flurried frenzy
Paired to jazz.

I feel god’s crooked hand
Reach toward my gullet,
Up my throat

To save his infallible
Creation.

I wipe my mouth
And push him down.

(It was a really good chicken sandwich)

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When the repetition of endless Grey voids
Merged to one browned and ancient thumping hole
My brain shorted.
I was reduced to basic abilities 
A terrified ape on the savanna
Swaying 
Unable to move in two directions at once
Toward the glowering scorched and pop art orange cliffs.
As his tiger rushed 
He was torn down to just bones.
My servos and joints hitched to a halt 
In a jolt of metallic thunks.
I moved as If new to the concept.

———-

If for a second
The musics stopped.
And it was but my feet 
Cracking across each table in succession.
To a doomed target.
And then all went back to as if it never happened.
In just a snap.
Could you believe it had been?
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Internet trash.

Videos with captions hidden under rivaling water marks.
Gnashing teeth halt a rumbling machine
And beckon with soft, calming words 
To the sheep at the back of the flock.
Emails from websites I forgot weeks ago begging and pleading for my patronage.
The actor stabbed by a switched trick blade in a murder attempt
Lies gasping as the clueless musicians play on below.
His final words, a cry to be remembered 
To the stunned crowd pushing at the theater doors.

Men who don’t yet know that I’ve gone numb.
Their squeaking voices battling all the rest.
It’s been much longer than I can remember,
Since they didn’t matter anymore. 

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Not a wall with only two sides 
But a room with many 
Where on any side 
Those who smirk can claim 
That those not next to them 
Surely lie directly behind the masonry.

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Catherine Anne


Little Irish girl,
Lucky your hair isn’t bright fire though
Your name may always haunt you.

Thank god 
This new millennium 
Offers you freedom.
Freedom to dance to drink to love.
Freedom of a new land,
Golden with hope and flush
With fós (no, don’t) more cold streets.

Will you ever know I miss you? 
In a sense you and I can shudder over both.

How many brave 
New
Worlds have come and gone since?
And how many immortal loves 
Now blown through my dry leaves
Dry winds
And night wanderers?

---

What are lies between friends?
What are clothes between lovers?
Can that behind ever truly
Live up to our hopes?

Look out
And in.
Breath right and so.
In lines between trees
There is no foreman. 

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Well,
You've got it.
Your neutron bomb 
Your space pilot's license, your

Vacant and cold
Rocky sea colored planet.


Are you warm?
Like cider on homeworld
In the last cool 
Embrace of the fall.

Are you cold?
Like the furthest
Unseen comets
At the edge of gravity's fingertips.

Are you happy?
Does the water from the photo 
Of my first journey in the sea
Still lap against the shore?
Are my feet still wet
That day?

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I ask no crown of thorns
No immortalizing lich's story.

I want to breath
As you mold me.

---

Earthly friend
Of ancient fame
Stay with me long, relive my pain.
Golden leaves top 
Halo of soil and crushed saplings' bones.
Our pantheon swells as one 
With human love.

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Gatito de la isla verde

If I could,
Grant you anything,
Anything-
Peace
Or love
Or safety.
Warmth
Or cool milk on hot nights.
Or soft ground beneath your saintly paws.

I would move with giant's strength
Causeways and rake them through their 
Own muddy tracks
To lead you all these goods.

I held you for a night,
And you met me for an hour
So you left me so much. 

More peace than a thousand bottles of half drunk wine.
More calm than storms locked safely behind aged oaks.
 More 
Time.

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Epitaph

Weary stranger,
Rest your head
Here on my eternal bed.

So when you wake
That you may find
A piece of me!
Now, in your head.

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If this was all to find in Existence,
Purple skies and tries 
Burning under the phlogiston,
The coldest days would never hurt.

And still, you cry.

Who cares!
Carve thy statue,
And be grateful you may do so.

Like a wind! Yes 
Just like a wind!
Pushing and slicing
and rushing against your ears.
You can fight it only as long as you can.

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Dancing sun of rays, 
In endless sea you hold true;
Suffer me no death.

Do you love us 
From above
As our own fictitious lords deludes?

 Long looming omens 
Auger your portend of natural,
Cyclical spring.
Even 
Birds still,
In fear or respect
Rooted deeper
Than any 
Squirming
Meal,
At this your sacrilegious, silent 
Demand.


Once paid in blood
Crept down the temple steps.

Now,
Paid
In full
In proper,
In attentive gaze
Towards visage so starved of sight.
Of self to know and see.

Let us love you in our shattered state,
Still full
Of your promethean light
Even after it all.

Mo ghrian alaínn
Nach bhfuil tú eile
Inniu?

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Porcelain bones

I want only 
For deep winds again 
To chill my porcelain bones.
For I have ochre for blood,
And somber soul
So far from mother mycelium.