without.

alabaster thermal red v-neck
kosher cushiony key-tone stripes
kitchen boy hope
cleans.

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Camelights 

malt 10.

i don’t want to miss the show.
i don’t want the ringlets of film
rolling away, pouring on, spooling in reverse.

i don’t want to miss the show.
well aged searing in the heart,
beautiful glass bottles.

and a cigarette.  

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Camelights

in your mouth.

you can’t taste savagery. 
not for all it’s mangled and rigid textures.
not for the aching inverse joints,
and not
for the anguish.  

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Camelights 

the death of chaos.

i heard a sparrow in the pine
and all the wreckage subsided like a dream.

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camelights

absolution’s taint.

rouge smeared carcass
roast-smoulder do the flies
haywire nonsense above wordless
-ness.

if you look you’ll find nothing.

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Camelights 

the need to be quiet.

thinking about pine nuts,
daffodil Spanish, and
Scugog river. 

in the libraries the
spines are splintered tiny
twigs bore with resolve, and
forearms bear no brawn.

stillness clears
that you should be anything other
than exactly what you are.  

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Camelights 

Tu Fu.

Day’s End

Oxen and sheep were brought back down
Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden, 
A windswept moon rises into clear night.

Springs trickle down dark cliffs, and autumn
Dew fills ridgeline grasses. My hair seems
Whiter in lamplight. The flame flickers
Good fortune over and over — and for what? 

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Tu Fu

hushed verb.

soft jean
short walk, to
we, who
we.

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Camelights 

let me describe this. (II)

rigid age-lines 
reduced in scores, you
reduce me to softened brows.

i hear your olive-foot steps
to living rooms where ours
might be like, and i
whirr to life like a bulb.

i hear you and i long.

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come tackle me into the darkness and come with me to illuminate it all. tell the demons that hunt that the huntress is back and that these things will stay put like shelved thoughts.
let your laughter ring in the very eaves of a home we might call ours and let the hope i find not be in squalled.
come and tell me that you feel it in your heart too. that there is a dull and roaring prowess you find in being ours and mine and yours. heal as you be.
i will wring your soles dry of their tire, and i will compliment your days aesthetic. i will sacrifice what must be done and in the midst of running don’t come undone. let me find what home you’ll love for now, one loft brick window, one key and its twin and we will bow - in old age at what we’ve done, i am a human - with you.
i hope to preserve every bit of you.  

breaks the dawn and a thousand wars, that you should be mine and
i yours.

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Camelights 

let me describe this. (I)

a plainly familiar room, mine
chilled from the draft even long
sleeves won’t do, but i
think 
i think i think of you.

i see silent frames of us.
i see so much love to be had in
you, and if
i can see it there then it simply
must 

be. i sit on the coffee table
something
amiss or troubling brow, you
walk to me and as you come
every stride you take
takes away from
me, my problems and i
remember nothing of
the wealth of pain
is nothing
to what you sustain
to make
a believer out of me. 

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Camelights