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Seasons of SaplingsOut in the forest stands a little tree. Although small, it stands tall against icy bullets of rain through paralyzing frost and the strong winds of change. The rain and frost will return, but so will the sunshine.Others come and go. although some are gone traces remain, leaves wither into soil, rich grounds for the little tree to grow.Environments change. Rocks weathered by rain hills eroded yet the little tree still stands, thinking nothing of itself. All it can see is how much taller other trees are. But I see differently.Like the rock and hills it has weathered. I look in dismay at worn branches, stripped of bark and drying leaves, read... written on the sky:we sat on the roof of your house, breathing in stardust and the smell of each other, hoping for crystalline wishes to fly by. it was surreal, knowing that we'd only be seen by the moon, and our only guiding light would come from the stars. bizarre or not, i realised i can't keep breathing in asteroidal dusts thinking they're cosmic dregs to lap up. But it was all behind us now. You've been trapped by the heat of the sun for too long. Now, I'm going to show you the moon, and the stars. And as I open my eyes, the universe spins in tandem with our thoughts: this is it, everything we've dreamed of is (im)possibly here. The old song is over, T... aphrodite throws up in the club and shit goes wildIf a body falls In the woods and No one Is around 2 hear it Did it really exist Was a body ever a body ever a patch of Un touched grass With no sex or scratch Upon it Did it ever have a stomach in which things grew Or were cultivated Gardened Such as mountainous Or reddened fruit ah was it true that old siren before the rocks bashed Her skull in combing grey hairs into the vomit ocean where gods go to bcome nameless my god is spilled milk And fluoxetine & being a bad personMy alter 2 Her is a fallen body in the woods what doesn’t like 2...

the flower backwards1.half brown liquor half severed lily-pad2.I write with my fingerparting the cold water with a mild cursivefretting the surfaceunhealing & blackenedby the rocks beneath3.I write your name, then the name of your favorite flower.then your name backwards, the flower backwards.4.the more I write the more wounded the water becomesuntil I am gesturing meaninglessly in a trance,the ripples painting themselvespurple on blue, black on red,glass on water.5.I scribble in blind lazy arcsas if scraping my finger into damp earth,reaching for a stone or a buried coin,a stray root or a botched seed.I dig into the water's aching coldfor an emptiness to whi... curled around an achei stumbled inside and let myself fall and twisted blankets around my wrists and heaved a sigh into the bed.i am tired of staining myself black and red; i am weary of digging graves for bad days.stars reflected in water doubled fill with lightpretending on a piano bench nothing's out of tunei'm used to avoiding the smell of smoke and yet in a forest drawn to a flameall things in reverse icarus clicheoh icarus, lovely in the way you fall - i wonder not for the last time if it was worth it for you at all tasting the sun on your tongue. father's feathers pillowing my daydreaming head; how could i ever have known ? you were an angel i wished upon your wings like a fairytale the salt in your mouth isn't the sea spray, just my tears a few thousand years too late

disciplei can't moderate, syntax electricalvalium high, bargain whiskey drunkwith the diode and the dow chewing out the fat, i frost over, forlorn (and five times rejected); spin inside my lungs for hoursand hourspretending to write a reader's digest, a takeout menu or half a hundred colors of commercial bullshit(but)i am a broken line, still untraceable meter lingering subconscious,imagery afloat in swaths of thicket and faint, fleeting euphoriaand the dawn will take me nowhere settle dawncrow back your adorations, i've vined deep through abyss lamentations and breached space stations.i've spit heresy down nebulaic throats, lathed poignancy from ashed bark and fallacy.barbaric, i'm no salve. insolvency and atrophy prevailing, dark ptolemy swallowing the epicycles path.choke back your impatience, i've not earned your perfect radiance; i'm a virus in the matrix. tempting capsizeand justly capsize size down, downsizecapitals are for the proper proper is the four legs holding up a table atop which a paper is part of a palimpsest, rewrite the rules rewrite my rights, and keep in mind that my mind keepsup with your bullshit and dare to be tempted and i’ll be your daring tempest