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revelries

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/fail, love/hate, rinse/repeat

she kisses like she knows you
your bodies all too close
her lips a strawberry paradise

ducks move past you
you’re floating in the river now
a half lit cigarette as you called him up the stairs

he tastes like dove and fresh regrets
but his hands fall in all the right places,
sins left all over the floor

sailing out to sea
skin glistening in the sunlight for the last time
the water devours you like a delicacy, slowly fills your lungs

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/succeed, love/unconditional, rinse/repeat

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1,000

severing ties
after years spent roaming gardens, galleries, dive bars and billards halls,
a thousand cigarettes and secrets spilled in alleyways between us,
telling me exactly how much the world owes you,
recounting everything you’ve done to deserve what you have,
confessing your darkest sins,
proclaiming your innocence,
raving about your talents, hopes, dreams – disappointments.
I was your shoulder,
your brother, your blackhole.
You were my Brutus.
This isn’t the first time and it wouldn’t have been the last,
This isn’t the first time and what a drain to have to put your pieces back together again,
This isn’t the first time, but the difference is,
I’m wrapped in soul-encompassing love now,
so for all I care, you and the rest of your world can go straight to hell.

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March Means It’s Almost Spring

Wide open spaces, a thing I’d never known before,

Held court in cafés and nightclubs.

Took lovers in backseats in darkened alleyways,

And in tiny rooms, crammed full of books and secrets, and one too many half-smoked packs of cigarettes.

Now I have half the second floor to rattle around in and my soul love to keep warm at night,

Still I crave more wide open spaces.

More vacations,

Endless wilderness and deserts stretching far beyond the eye can see,

And the sea rushing in to mingle with sand beneath our feet.

I’ve swallowed ashes and spit blood for this,

(I let their words define me, let

fear guide each step, let the past haunt and the future consume my every thought),

I’ve died and been reborn for this.

Wide open spaces,

To grow up and grow old with you in.

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Ascension

Earned this, countless bruises inside and outside to show for it.

Happiness wrapped in love, grounded in truth, stitched to the essence of your very being.

Fear is a stranger and trust sleeps at your side.

Tea cools on the balcony as soft dreams await, accept it –

Sparkling floors and no ceilings, quiet drives through the countryside on mini-vacations,

Singing and dancing after too much mezcal,

Kissing like teenagers
under mistletoe.

The smoky skies and endless nights of the city banished to a reliquary of

youthful indescretions, painful lessons, and fond memories to look back on.

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Jack Parsons

Beyond it, moving through the cosmos unbounded,
Test it with a few vinegar phrases, but those wounds have been healed now for ages,
what’s your motive anyhow? we’re just strangers with a familiar sense of each other’s coding,
How much progress occurs by way of quiet judgement?
Fuck it. We’re all hypocrites, but try to feel it,
Can’t relate? Well that’s alright,
just sit steady while the angel launches.