Poetry – Regular Movement

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systemic failure is an abstract moving away from the individuals who are hung in the action and do not hold their hands up but surrender

these lies like lice we comb your skull no cat rasp tongue break your fingers in the prayer scorpion stingers in the stare what were

little sphinx who knows what a cat thinks but you are beautiful and i understand the love i am writing you crawl on my chest

do we hate everyone? i’ve half a mind to the things you peer through distortion lenses broken fences postural echoes do you know the time?

those things you shouldn’t do which you casually do the landscape your drive through the moments you survive through you can’t claim a stock in

gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave

build contradictions in the same space and stuff the ghosts in behind the same face and claim that there is no trace of the path

throwing back red herrings hanging onto salmon of knowledge sprats to catch mackerel it’s a little fishy getting schooled looking for no blood in the

the way you remember the story the way you wrap the gift the glass smoothed out in longshore drift some former glory something from the

the worst lies we tell are to ourselves knelt in an ebbtide; a coastal shelf hung out beyond the tread water point where swimming is

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