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days are shorter

I tell myself

 

the void must be filled

and what better than the night

 

like I she is no hunter

scours merely for acceptance

 

like / the loners

on pavements

 

 

 

 

 

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why not act like a man / when you are

why carry a loose identity

to be peeled off when necessary

why the anxiety / the care

the world is not on your shoulders

 

you have handsomely

placed it on mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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it has always been on my terms

sex

money / or lack of
drugs

such carefree existence

yet far from

careless

 

live by / rules

clouded with hypocrisy

while fastening a smile

 

turn on the light

and / I shall follow

willingly

 

 

 

 

 

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one only needs to look outside

and smell the cruelty

abundant as summer’s / fruition

to revive what is left

in the wake of

an inspiration-drought

 

glorious / pigmentations

align the scope

everything swells

down to the feet

so why not the mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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mornings / what dreary events

the alarm goes off

and we carry our bodies out of bed

like squealing children

cursing

cursing

hating
we stumble / sit for a while

as temptation begins its masquerade

we savour our coffee

as if an exotic remedy

to wear off the pain

we stare at each other

 

faceless

 expressions are cruel

 

we huddle together / like family

day-dreaming

 

 

 

 

 

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sometimes / I neglect to thank

the Lord

and my days seem heavier

 

does he forget / who I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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words seek validation

as actions seek motivation

 

statements

neuter

fertilise nothing

 

 

 

 

 

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it is selfish to love

to truly love

because we love

ourselves just as much

so love / makes us idle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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it is always time for bed

but never time to wake / up

life becomes a chore

we roam we stalk we mingle

we do everything / that is meaningless

our destination is but a mirage

we become the joker

to kings

but in our dreams

we find ourselves

playing

fulfilling the unknown

no excuses to falter / nor

intuition to maim us

 

what wonders

dreams do to us

daily

liberations

 

 

 

 

 

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someone will forget to remember you

 

because death takes away

 

the privilege of / priority

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the night

her cruel companion

seduces with sunken promises

and absconds with hers

 

she / calls on the day to

sit with her

a little longer

 

 

 

 

 

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solace of the night

 

all / is oblivious

 

oblivious

 

o v s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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monuments

remnants of a bygone supremacy

reminds us

of their monumental defeat

declarations

of a faded / glory

 

 

 

 

 

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secrets

of others

will be kept

temporarily

to myself

 

when I get bored

I / will share

them

 

 

 

 

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a leaf

begins a journey

 

downstream

into / the lines of

an unwritten / libretto

 

 

 

 

 

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days / sting

 

like salt / on wounds

 

as they bear / no significance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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walks along garden paths

the sound of birds corresponding

picture / of absolute serenity

 

quietude slips away / like smoke

into someone else’s mind

and my image of her fades

 

 

 

 

 

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religion / an inconvenience

 

human nature / my sole dependency

 

this is where I station my faith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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expectations shelter

beneath a roofless dwelling

its voice demands attention
yet / it holds no integrity

 

 

 

 

 

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water runs cold

skies / confuse

elements reverse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I

write everything down so that

I

remember the things

I

 need to do / yet when

I

re-read them / they are exposed to scrutiny

 

 

 

 

 

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the cat relishes

 my cashmere

 

we fondle / for a moment

shy away from eye contact

 

and before long

he reappears onto

the lap of another

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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nightly / widow

the world is at your feet

why trail a forbidden extravagance

 

 

 

 

 

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consolations / spring

 

bring no security

 

formality / precedes

 

leads to absolution

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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my axis

floats in the rotunda

of / estimation

 

the sky never quite clears

and / the glorious morning pledged

has yet to reappear

 

the heart

is kept on a leash

muted

 

it mutates

 instead

 

 

 

 

 

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I lived / everywhere

east and west

now I live

where east meets west

 

I am at last at home

but this place I call / home

is not where I belong

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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waiting is an excuse to be uninterested

in the impending matter of / unimportance

 

 

 

 

 

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the cigarette burns

minimally

 

the smoke / exhaled

charts her journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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he / smiles seamlessly

to align with

social conformity

 

he / takes off his glasses

to make him seem

less foreign

 

he / loses his accent

to abandon any childish

pretension

 

he / works at night

to justify

his days

 

 

 

 

 

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unter den linden

wantonness / dallies beneath

your shade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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words pulled in all directions

degrees of / assembly

settle without legitimacy

a / voice cries out

 

a murmur

 ricochets

 

 

 

 

 

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his aroma

my / morning

hair flaxen

frames a set of azure

 

a face

I barely / remember

 

anon

because / I no longer know

him

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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outcaste for at least another year

divided / without derision

 

unremorseful

he leaves his mark upon the bottle

 

 

 

 

 

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it is easy to reject life

for what it is

 

what we have we should

take for granted

 

dreams / cannot

escape a reality

 

to live is to enact the sins

why waste ourselves with the bland

 

at the end we all see the light

let us hope it is our / heaven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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sheathed in moonlight

a lean / figurine

draws an unlikely observer

 

he composes another sonata

in / her name

 

 

 

 

 

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to be the constant cynosure

 

my back prepares for / another stab

 

but they fail to harm my vital organs

 

my pride and my arrogance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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shades of grey

 

my / only colour

 

their simplicity

gave birth

to me

 

 

 

 

 

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define me / with

 your democracy

and you will only achieve

a step backwards

 

revive me / with

electric shocks

and all you will receive

is pity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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as I try to delineate

moss from stone

my hair / thins

and everything

begins

to make / sense

 

 

 

 

 

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the dome shrinks as I raise an eyebrow

it stands mightier in the mind

 

many flock to react / awe-inspiringly

only to hide their disappointment

 

ingenious / your glass facade

but you stutter in your message

 

modernity curtsies

before the grandeur of old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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birthdays

where is the point

they amass a deluded / anticipation

and leave us less of a person

we were the day / before

 

a year marks another year

towards an end

it passes through a toll-booth

of an unformed / adulthood

we whistle in tune with innocence

yet our melody is complex

even at / forty

we play in our cots

our days spent philandering

with our toys

 

at what age do we reach our prime

even now / I have become none the wiser

still make the same regrettable mistakes

 

my head stoops

as I count from one to ten

 

 

 

 

 

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obligations / submerge

enthusiasm grinds to a halt

 

the exact time remains / unclear

the ticking bears no rhythm

the sound of trumpets

salute the last hour

of another day of

silent impressions

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I have outgrown my primal shell

while my friends / remain in theirs

 

as I stare at the deserted cocoon

they inveigh / by labelling me

 

persona non grata

 

fortunately / my new family

needs no introduction

 

 

 

 

 

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his / grievance

 

forth-coming

 

intrudes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the ergonomics / of friendship

 

broadens the scope / for exoneration

 

 

 

 

 

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intumescence

of curiosity

 

maroons atop / a ledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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our hands never quite / touch

 

persiflage restores

our / childish ways

 

upon a diptych

 

 

 

 

 

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as / she withdraws

with a decisive breath

 

she invites me

to re-enter her womb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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his configuration / incomplete

harnesses a supple pre-text

to a

disengagement

 

 

 

 

 

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she complicates our affair

with / her

ocho

 

boleo then media-luna

 

she leads as I / follow

this is our

argentine ritual

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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she fine-tunes me

with her body-language

dusk is slow / in letting go

 

like nature

her rain is merciless

her sister-summits / brutal

 

salvation hides

behind her facial-clouds

my roof / begins to leak

 

 

 

 

 

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I am left doing cart-wheels

to / attract his attention

 

or perhaps I should cast / a spell

to seek out the faintest

glimmer of hope

 

his face / unamused

I am left doing cart-wheels

alone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I hate everyone outside my window

they seem to ease / into life

without the suspicion / of others

 

 interactions of a pure morning

 

 

 

 

 

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the squeal of a fire-engine

liberates me from my sleep

I wake / sodden

I question

all that is around me

 

is this my bed upon which I lay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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he / strips me of my patina

only to find a mould-stricken

self

 

 

 

 

 

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she guides me / paternally

 

scent of patchouli

mimics / her absence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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to / wander

 

to / drift along her riverbed

to / sing a madrigal with her

 

my only purpose as a youth

 

 

 

 

 

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our hearts synchronize

as we / rediscover our patois

 

she disinfects my wounds

the lies

covers / my bullet-holes

with her shroud

 

colours / me

 

she unties my hand and

and we talk diplomatically

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the last cigarette / is lit

stoically

before he completes / his verse

his attention deflects towards

a defiant congregation

 

he moves in / light-years

to wrestle with Monoceros

and Lepus

 

 

 

 

 

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I forbid myself / to count the lines

that form along my characteristics

I refuse to diffuse / into another streak

of self-engaging protests

I stand / further away than usual

from my beloved twin

I conquer / these demons

and sacrifice them in the name of good-will

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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women of the / spire

children of the / knave

 

no longer supports

the proceedings at the altar

 

feigned euphoria

keep-sake for the organist

 

 

 

 

 

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his words are easy

mal-nourished /at best

 

but

hardly deformed / enough