Tag Archives: waiting
blades.
above the crust where else but breaking through, not me, not sure who, simply snuck or stolen from beneath, an image shaken from my shoulders with the earth
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untitled.
wish for chances you hadn’t, left easy for doll parts, lisps slipping over children’s lips, old, the cogs you take away to make a whole, total piece, with working parts that spin greased gears you’re sorry once in three years … Continue reading
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filter.
at 5:54am and the east side of toronto you crinkle with the paper of my cigarette, wilt with the filter and come down so hard with the rain
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shoulder.
at the back of my shoulder old cloth slips away, follows your eyes to the floor, tripping on cords over acres inside stalest thresholds, grounds glued by always under standing sides, the backs of shoulders caving to a touch
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talking.
i’m always talking, you’re always listening with wordless breaths, eyes, i blow smoke, or ash from my finger tips, my shirt, you wait when i’m done the words are breathless, with leaving life, faints, collapses on the floor
