It’s hard to stay on point, go and be made happy.

Sometimes I take good photos.
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Hand to mouth, onward.
mystery of water etched,
words like I promise.
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Possibilities narrow, the only way out is through.
Etc Etc.
Moving is happening, soon.

Hueco Placebo from MarkDonoher on Vimeo.

Blood and skin.

My forearms are spent,
all used up, shin splints in the extensor muscles.
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coffee and egg toast,
lessons built on auburn hair
a couch and sunlight

Imaginary breakfast at the Kartoffelpuffer Salon,
his shoulders hunger for violence,
leaping and pouncing,
“Hunting and racing madden the mind”
and we are become mad,
expletives laden with reference to the dead and dieing,
like babylon for breakfast,
who would burn all those gardens?
The blessed of bal and elephants like white hills,
crashing to shore, to crashing to shore, come crashing to sleep,
mornings SPENT.
Love is the vile after dinner mint,
complementary with every blow job in some other boyfriends bedroom,
it’s less exciting,
it’s wanting all those vows of happiness and salt,
these are not poems, this is not a poem.
There are no words.
Just this moment,
of hunger for breakfast work hooky playing and illegal hand holding,
in Public!
it takes and takes,
there’s a simplicity to every step, every action,
and she’s turning away from it,
no lead pipes, no carpet of green rats,
just drinks in the afternoon,
crepes for breakfast,
and alls well that ends in secret.

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I dont know, Sorry, but it’s been kind of a day you know?

In Series
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burning plastic and cutting craiglist adds
tickle the dead skin, grown white and flaking off
finger tips.

cell phone melts, three pounds heavier from new numbers
and dinner dates over stale lines
and too much garlic.

shoulders wobble, balanced on the pages of a bible
their spine cracked and smudge marks
from the butts of prison cigarettes
and butterfly kisses.

Achilles paints another turtle pink and blue,
they line up full of spite and
dream of arrows with ankles
bronzed and bountiful.

creeping on snake paws,
stained glass dancers from stick figurines,
another night is chewed up with broken molars,
shards of glass stuck between teeth,
finger tips and fire side chats with no remainder for evening meals,
blank eyes and the mirror of fine dark hair curled between knuckles,
falling asleep on a teak belly button,
illicit rice again tonight.

poisoned stomach,
full of run run run and afternoon naps,
head fogged through lips that catch and butterscotch belly button day dreams,
there’s a whole day out there,
just making time and bidding its moth pouncing deserts.

Stolen with pride from >Here<.

Delicious Oxytocin, a hormone which increases the strength of pair bonding in mammals, may also increase hostility towards extra-tribal groups.

And I think we all know what that means.

Well in the morning anyway.
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Moments in the early morning,
finger tips and collar bones,
the thin film of blood and redemption
from last years conversation about tomorrows parties,
text messages and a night on the town,
days spent bedside,
investments in ones future,
days of fitful sleep,
and the new york times crossword puzzle.