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Reposted for Halloween

Halloween Posted on October 31, 2013 by Ray Sharp Winter night, cold and clear, pallid moon, a shining sphere, colder than a witch’s tit, exposed outside its black brassiere. The stars were bright, their frozen light illuminated the winter night, … Continue reading

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…for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful

These are notes for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful. It starts, you will not be surprised to learn, with the full moon behind broken backlit clouds, shining through in a pattern that reminds me of the Crab … Continue reading

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Pent

Biking to work I am strong, fleet, a gazelle Darting between migrating rhinoceroses. Naked, leaning over the bathroom sink, I splash soap and water under my arms To wash away the animal scent So I can play the proper human … Continue reading

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Gentrification: First Blush*

Squatting in the boarded-up brownstone of your fin-de-siécle love, in moieties of decay and splendor, sophistication, world-weariness and fashionable despair, I say it’s not habitation but rather my art when they come to evict us, so I call out “Don’t … Continue reading

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Into the sky

The sky was too much for him, too high, too bright, too clear, too blue. He was drawn to the irresistible marbled pattern of cloud and its absence, and it filled him with emptiness, a vertigo of all the senses. … Continue reading

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sunrise

thermonuclear fusion the sun blasting over the east horizon radiating through the chill of low morning fog across the marsh from my feet to the top of my bare legs a fucking sensation in either common sense like sex or … Continue reading

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Prayer

You imagine me in full flesh from the flat imprint on my shroud with distortions inevitable from person to persona to god. See me – corpus and spiritus. Touch me – bone and breath. I long to be born again … Continue reading

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