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It’s not a disturbance
We all seek the radiance
The radiator hums along
Our water heater goes out sporadically
Go light the pilot
Finishing becomes continuing
The continuation grows paper wings
Sadly, we fall further than we travel
Along the dirt path we return to as usual
Cassette tapes strewn about the room
There’s more to be finished in this shy hue
Hark, they jump upward
The worms diagonal; the corkscrew sideways
Jettison to jettatura
Casting our evil eyes
Colliding to collision
See the collusion of the concussed and the calloused
Fed from the high tables and the low risers
Sink twice, appear only once
File under lost cases for posterity
This is factually unsubstantiated
Actually achieving new sentience
The sentences fail to receive their penances
Pedantic and wry
So frantic to fly
And make the silent tape
Hiss wound up to glide
All regimens are segmented
They slide through this magenta-red heaven
There are four that can be shed or eleven
I'm not even keeping track anymore
The radiance is blinding
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All our traits together resemble simulacra
Resonating while imitating
Predicating as postulating
Emanating and rationalizing
The ceiling sways in false quakes
Healing plays the give and take
Given the horse’s mouth, you’ll bloom a mandrake
A rastered image begets dissolution
Pollution wrecked lands aren't so green
Envy and ennui takes the lien
A collective spleen won’t grant immunity
Whole communities eradicated by wind
Shoddiness vindicated by ignorance
Who’s to tell or correct?
The tough sell of a hurricane they resurrect
Stacks and stacks of pages evading cognizance
Dissonance loudening to compete
The ruthless, visceral tones
You feel it all in your gut
Offshore pressure kneads on it
Vanquishing every structure
Ferrite encases lightning flashes
The batches of rations rarely satiate
Failing to soar yet daring
Exasperated from second chances
The basket was flagged in transit
It carried the fear composite
Your visions won’t cease
That’s what I posit
Left with a broken piece of weather less than temperate
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Superficially inflicting
Officially fiction, and flitting on by
Misery taken literally
Bridging the literate, visually
Envisioning the ridges that rise high
Fragility quietly simmering
Steam follows into itself
We aren’t ourselves
Our tell signs reshelved
Disheveled to make new
New revelries quickly dissipate
The apparatus gathers precipitates
Rivers wind through the floodgates
Old cement cracks
And the waters of our discomfort
Explode with no barrier
The carriers
The harbingers
The flagpoles that stare
Care forgets you or you forget it
Usual fixes become very outdated
Inflated forms stomp down
This will trickle down, right?
The fickle
The sicker
The afflicted who try
Display the not-so-nimble
Achieving less than desired
Fires will overtake the forest
Nature reclaims
This stark and cruel game
Prevention is the abscess
Don't tell me I'm obsessed
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i extend a thank you for calling me last night
i forgive the things you said during our past fight
that’s true, that’s true
& even though you used my depression against me
by threatening that it would be the reason you left me
i’ll keep my cool
i used to dream the two of us together obsessively
do you think about us before you sleep?
cause you exhaust me
the failure to recognize that it’s not at all
what it’s like in my head
we’re different people with different types
i just wanted you to like me…
yeah, i know i said that twice now
& to be honest i don’t really even like you
you’re kind of someone i just happened to grow used to
you probably won’t believe that
in case of emergency, i just want it both ways
sort of like provisions in wake of an earthquake
i know that’s fucked up
the only love i’ve ever known exists on tv
in retrospective exhibits of where i should be
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new rules, old shoes & new waves
high school
was i impressive to you
or did i come off as too cool?
cut ties with overly covert cool guys
i need to see through your eyes
none of what i saw applied
my muse, idolatry & i knew
what i had fallen into
did i express it to you?
i tried to calculate everything i
told you so you could see why
(i see why you dislike me, i do!)
i can’t describe how i feel
i stare at our photos & screen
but i can’t tell if this was real
(i see why you despise me, i do!)
new bikes, old gears & joy rides
need i remind it’s your turn to drive
& i’ll rest beside you this time
shy moves, stalling & idle
high school put my perspective in view
though i still think highly of you
[swammiii]
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released January 22, 2018
