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study in blue
honestly none of you deserve to be called water
not even once not even in a blue moon
that peeks sometimes from behind the factories
the tourist birds native to this island
look this one is a settler even like the trees
oily blubber on its scales did you see it?
the metallic film
flashes and disappears
like a name on the tip of your tongue
tired of banking on the contrasts like wreak
balance on this land
with a pinch of a glaucous day and the blackest night
pushing through the cars in the cold cutting across
polished patches of artificially col
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atlantis.
when i was young i lived by the sea in a small creaky house that couldn't keep me warm. i wanted to see how people breathe and fight and discover and live but my mom—widowed by a dreamer—wanted me safe with her.
i met a boy when i was eight or nine and he said hello every morning and brought us eggs and milk and groceries and stuff. he always gave me a seashell, still dripping salt water and he told me it was from atlantis.
impossible, i'd say.
improbable, he'd say.
and i went back to bed with another seashell in my drawer.
it wasn't until months later that this boy i loved would teach me how to get to atlantis.
there was ligh
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swimming in space
let's ask the stars to build us a castle
so we can rest our shoulders like royalty -
put the weight of all these words
down
for a few millennia
and just breathe.
our lungs could use a few hits of truth
to open themselves up to the calming hymns of the heavens;
breaking ourselves apart shouldn't be too difficult.
(our wrists mean war - forests of insecurities & impatience)
wait a few more months
for distance to build itself a bridge between our arms,
ache like
saturn is stretching its rings across your chest,
deeming you responsible for all the black holes
and stray planets enveloped in the universe.
i went swimming in your bl
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Going out with an orgasm seems pretty epic. Sure beats dying in your sleep.
Oh, and you've got some superb imagery in this poem.
Oh, and you've got some superb imagery in this poem.