anti-socialmedian (#1)

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how to boil fragments of a day’s overflow
the plans stuffed the oven yet as we spoke of this
and every-something ended up hanging up
awaiting that once more last chance to spill the plan
of how this day could unfold collapse and blossom
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A Ghoul (tanka #43), Passive (tanka #7)

Dreams covered in phlegm
shivering night, eyes pried shut
to keep out the ghouls
that dance outside your window
and scratch their eyes out back in
However, you move
position yourself again
like a sinner on
a ship of screaming shadows
lost at sea drowning daily

On the Margin of Our Graspable Self: Epigrams and Aphorisms

It is possible, that the gust of a new life bursts into your zone of the expected, thus tearing all of your fragmentary accomplishments to bits.
At home, too long, with words and words, piling up like some kind of garbage heap – yet, you throw yourself all too willingly into the heap, hoping to [...]

Haiku: An Ode to the Listless (in six fragments)

blinking jabs of glass
like icy tendrils sucking
out to nowhere again
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to disintegrate
in the flood of updated
trash is where this is
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wire encircled trees
dance miracles around my
other soothing bird voice
*
sing to me over
a tangled mangle with no
justification
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none so powerful
arms mechanical clench-dirt
malfunction, my mouth
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sitting in this chair
and still no closer to my
remembered hopefuls

Broken Smiles Stitched

-to glisten your shards, harden to
do one thing only: flatten, deflate, exit, circumvent.
A space of absence now alight, you walked among
the traffic, whistled the thick black of exhaust fumes, as I collected
the dirty floor-spots while drowning in soap.
We’ll wash up on this – this doorstep, step back and re-enter
again and again with white [...]