Serial Poems

1 February 2016

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There is no distance with God
The broken glass of communism
Travel again
Into a sandstorm
I heard death is kind…
You need to keep up with its silence
Is it okay to stay secular?
Surprisingly the clouds
And us
Us


*
Madness is personal
Your company travels without you
Sentencing each other to love
I love you
Sitting …
With an empty back
Occasionally encountering new money’s amplification of everything
I can’t get used to this damage
The confusion of employment
The precise spot of space I occupy
Devoting life to a future emergency


*
Holding onto the stability of a diagnosis
This kneeling is full
In my minor leaning toward you
There is an evasion of joy
Of its missing words …
You utter a good goodbye
And the slow hatred of most envelops me
Awaiting a spectacle
Shifting from love to hatred to love to hatred etc …
Looking from a mirror
At the bad shapes of the world

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