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relief, second whiskey,
all the teeth pulled from my head

your 10pm visit, sustained,
a fluid dream. release,
final dying breath—

and what’s next?
suppose trust of mainlined
unchange in currents,
relaxed, sense chest
pain but briefly.

at six, i asked my dad
why my heart hurt.
he said palpitations
but i wonder—

your cavalier
privilege of family;
extended hug; accumulate
anemone natural grabbing,
genius love.

i extend my stingers
in rapt yearning,
realized & toxic,
gin & tonic,

o, how hope
liberates. today
is our day!

 pretti good

norma l beautie s

on daily—flip-thru
pages; sailboat,

ever-ending;     love
     tho chaos or laugh,
    be quiet retreat—

by car:

delicate tableaux//

envelopes either party,
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung.

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--

Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; & so shameful to have none!

have we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins. how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone,

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle 

of a cough and i fart.

time for our medication—
let's set our hearts to rhythm,
let's lower our blood pressure.

slower, you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet spread, firm; lean forward, push the chair's arms;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, now slowly.

experiment 340: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—

 cranberry for color