nocturnes / mikrokosmos / notapoems

i feel it is late.
not in terms of tonight, or morning
(which is a few limbs away still)
i feel it is late:
if life itself were time.


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the things we learn and know,
do you ever stop to realize how
pointless it will be to you one day to
remember differentiating 'internal' from 'international'
genus's of armed conflict?


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hi. i'm a
small, pale, shy
quiet story.
___(probably just need a tune


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she sleeps before me.
always. __usually.
she purrs and turns.
i look up from my page.
she has the blanket between
her legs and a dream
between her eyes.
(celesta nocturne,
astrological carousel)
enough i say to the book,
who turns his cheek from me
and looks away.
and her sleep brushes aside
the blanket and lets me into
a new night, less dark,
less silent, less late
than mine.


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a sleep with no dreams.
a sleep with no dreams.
a sleep with no dreams.
what are you writing? she asks
i say a sleep with no dreams.
she asks why?
sounds nice i say.


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in ten years , or months , or something
will i have lost you to facebook?,
a name reminding me of Munich or
Chaucer or 2005 :: hollow ghosts
and precious feathers ; when it reminds
me it's your birthday i'll wear a grey suit
and spill wine on myself and ransack my
room hoping to find secret notes you left.


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today i had a banana.
coffee. two half-pieces of gum.
three energy drinks.
my brain runs on solar energy.
my eyes on rain.
one night i'll get the urge to
climb into the garden.
drink evening's syrup.
wake a clown-shaped flower.
and dream only
_s _l _o _w


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i spent 2 hours reading about chess grandmasters.
when i'm sad i listen to the Antlers.
refuse to sleep out of spite.
keep a tally of kisses you owe me.

one day i'll know how to say the rest.


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a slowly disappearing font,
growing weaker with time,
distance, disappointment,
so that when it's most necessary
to speak your mind


____how strange empty rooms sound)
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