Tag Archives: Death

dada dada dada

dada death ddedebtd.e.a.detoxdetunedétentedetonatedetonatordetonationdeordinationdeontologicaldeoxygenateddepalatalizationdepartmentalizedespiritualization dada dada dada dadadeath death death dedada dada dada dadeath death deathdada dada dadadeath death dedada dada dadeath deathdada dadadeath deadada daddeath dedada dadeath ddada ddeathdadadeadad What I’m Reading: “The first atrocity on the moon, the first … Continue reading

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trouble falling asleep

The Vow (redux) He read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier. He vowed to never sleep again. What I’m Reading: “We must look death in the face, recognize and accept … Continue reading

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your morning ablutions

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading

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he had rounds

Work (redux) Darkness begat a child—His name was Death.He had rounds to make,Appointments to keep,And so he went to work. What I’m Reading: “There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s … Continue reading

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a floating shadow

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading

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rejoice our dead

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (redux) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty … Continue reading

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string of drugs

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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pincers and gloves

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading

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the scorpion grass

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading

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a kind thought

Celibates and Paraphiliacs Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty chainsaw … Continue reading

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