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| Illustration by Aubrey Beardsley from Short stories by Edgar Allan Poe |
être celui qui, Carnaval et de Carême
, éveille , en vous
womb
facing strangers
we
had become
our
memories
sickly
decadent
with
nostalgia
barnacle
encrusted
embedded
veins
what
once was
had
the reins
right
now
was maple leaves
a capitulate
empty thirst
in last
drop regards
bled
fire novae they
all
fall pouring
spider
web silk
into
why arms
were
once fins
when
it rains in November / entry level visas become bone theories and lottery skin/
what cold souls want to win most, is their desire to be
at
first it eats them
creates
more them
sleeps with them
conscious
state repeat ritual language
adherence
level is a variable part of self-awareness
I too am wary wearing too much shine
literal
translators lock the gates
from
other divine participants
us
lesser paid extras
and
those found
to
have good voices
are
still sometimes
caught
and sold
on
subscription schemes
we’re all bought time eventually
circuitous
slow orbital knees
belly
swell straight shot
atmospheric
refraction
travelling
remember when(s)
endlessly
named archetypal
spiritual
marionette tent revival
ten
penny shows/found
along
old roads that wanted to be
back
alleys, strung with lights
punch
and judy, camp downwind
just
outside of any town/
prepping
salacious acts
waiting
saints fill coffers
coffins
and thin glass
calamity insurance fortunes
told
per coin per chance taken
casket
basket barker lark near
hearkened
hearing ye
and
me and why we
un-pocket
salvation
trading
labors of life
for
favor and vice
strolls
down a street's lost innocence
you
care to pay attention
you engage
in outside of light tricks
you
play the shadow masquerade
you wick,
wax and haze
you rust
and dust
engage in gold come-ons
lanterns
a-gloaming
curtains-to-seasons
when
we close shows
the
audience is captured
in
close-by(s) and proximities
we
surprise many with variations
so
as to increase potency
this
is how maybe
is
always the paint-fuck
of
hope and allure
an
“I want to feel this”
resonates within the din
chamber exclusive thinking
how
is everyone doing
milling
the exits
if
you are clamoring for more
we
do have some to buy into
drinking
wine and recollections
the
labels saw
pour
wings and claws
four
heads and paws
footprints
you knew
the
tides would take…
EJR
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