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Literature
gas[lit]
the first and last signs of succumbing to carbon monoxide poisoning
are the yellow post-it notes on the walls reminding you of the upcoming eclipse
and the sheet of welding glass in your skull,
[if the bull with a man's head approaches you at the nexus of the road and tells
the same lie thrice does it become true?]
[if the siren never rises from her bed to make coffee is she anything
but a hag?]
[if the boy in the desert learns to wear the skin of a coyote is he your only
true brother?]
[and if the writer is present at all, has she been speaking to her reflection or just
staring into the toilet wondering about the fleshy pieces that keep
Literature
domestic animals
our tongues have been tamed
made into creatures more suited for this watered-down wilderness
hunted by plutocrats pandering
their strange brands of truth
but repeating sharp lies does not make them true
yet we're still forced into parlays
with our predators, painted
into clandestine corners and given
soft names from formally corked teeth
...
it was in that time when the moon broke her silence
that even ornithopters eyed strange tides with concern
withdrew their sallow children from salt lines, and sang
whale songs of incompatability
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Death Mirror
How carefully we must breech that gentle subject
and aborne understanding on the things we fear.
Else we drown in our own darkness,
like a human voice attempting to call over the hoof beats,
asking a herd of buffalo to stop their stampede.
Death will always be a subject worth calling out to,
but some of us will fill it with things we believe
instead of the things we see.
The way a culture views death reflects a society's morals,
and the same fashion;
the way we tell ghost stories at a campfire
reveals
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Wonderful! Simple, but oh so perfect. 