The scent
of the tempt
of your marketing ploy
shall not be feast-event
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Poems
Hope in Futility
Our pus-filled thumbs crack and bleed as they try
to make firm the pillars supporting the sky.
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Desire’s Enfeebling Splinter
I dug this one up from about eight or so years ago, having written it when I was in my mid-twenties.
It disappoints me less and less the more I chop and rewrite it and tinker,
though it demands more attention for revision than I have at the moment.
I’ve fiddled with it for nearly a week or so at this point;
time to let it go (for now).
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A Circle of Wind and Leaves
Passage (for Gerasimos/Erasmus)
[Arrival]
The doorway yawns to make a passage for the lad,
a gate op’ning out upon the chairs and stove whereat
Zjemlya kisses Ouranos and mythicals the sofas,
the chrism’s song-fragrance mingling with th’ aromas
that curl ’round the door-posts, and anchor them; for brokenness
shall sleep offstage,
and build its cage
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Into the Clarities 