she’s fly

she’s fly and not just like slang in ‘85 she’s fly like angel’s wings on babies dangling from clouds in Raphael Santi’s famous painting fly like Michelangelo’s hanging masterpiece God’s creation and she speaks the language of eternity with love skinnydipping from the tip of her tongue she could be the one I’ve been waiting … Continue Reading

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in a box

Today is the beginning of my confinement In a small room without the possibility of you being near Overnight, I’ve discovered from the Fits of making and wondering what you’re doing Now I am an optimist Got to believe in the possibility of your return I crave it and now sit in this cave With … Continue Reading

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horribly wrong

Took a series of turns Each angle a stitch in the fabric Of the time wrapped around decisions I knew like candy I shouldn’t entertain If only sugar died without oxygen I’d suffocate it in the fridge Stepped into a pod whose Bore my name on a copper plate Locked inside I opened the box … Continue Reading

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the iron books by andreas philippopoulos-mihalopoulos

The Iron Books 04 July – 25 July 2013 Private View First Thursday, 04 July 2013, 6pm-10pm The Gasoline Rooms are proud to host the visual and textual work of Andreas Philippopoulos-Mihalopoulos. The Iron Books is a series of thirty material poems that trace, photographically and textually, the posthuman condition. The works originate in instagram, … Continue Reading

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going on four hundred years in bed

Snug in bed, under the pillow some Venus and Adonis this is healthy, really it’s healthy but what’s this? Leaping from the gloss the advertisement misread to say masturbation is the silent emergency— is the silent emergency… we can’t go on like this— for one I’m not political, mostly mistaken for dead and back again, … Continue Reading

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hyacinth betrothal

In youth resurrected, This blossom I carry Is without price There is a mark of you Upon each part of me Inscribed in skin I need no ink nor blood spilled in remembering Your laughter When I close my eyes Rapture, sunlight and kisses You asked and I answered I cannot die for I have … Continue Reading

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blue to green

What can be said in the body that the mind cannot express? Look at me. Every part springs with spring (or something) because you look. I am in a field that is fenceless, I am being taken in by your vision: me, then me as image turned over, then let’s say rearranged in the mind, … Continue Reading

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how shall I say so

How shall I say so long when neither of us is to leave: is to leave to vanish from a place completely or to set with the sun, rise with some moon, some phase you find yourself in? To find yourself, oh to find something an object of the other, a side so slippery an … Continue Reading

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grant me permission

At first There was a clock And a match meant for Fireworks But your sparklers didn’t light The waves drowned Visible thoughts Somewhere Couldn’t have been more than 5 miles A boat’s light reflected in the lagoon I’d swim today With the same sense Not knowing What Lies Beneath To get to you Through the … Continue Reading

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after heavy foot miles

To have come a thousand miles a simple figure here at the turning over of the thousandth mile on a road whose body’s curves are nightly known to me that to dream is to drive and how aster a purple strong purple in amongst the fine golden- rod, so complementary it’s no surprise what I’ve … Continue Reading

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