late luminescence

photo: dewy cloversand pine needles in Arcadia, CALegs twined in sweaty blanketalthough it's swelteringI need itThis knot binds meSo I don't float awayfrom my homewhich has shrunkto this roomor more exactly,this bedThis is the only place I feel safefrom the Great Yearningthat wants to escape these four blank wallsand...

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It's summer now, & if we were in schoolAll the girls would be wearing skimpy tank tops and too-short shortsscraps I could never imagine pulling off& the boys would have an excuseto wipe their forehead sweatwith the bottoms of their shirtsto show off nonexistent absIt's summer now,& if we still...

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photo: one of many passenger freeway telephone lines picsHe floated awayOne golden duskWatching the sunsetMute the colorsDreading the nightAfraid of the monsters that emergeWhen smoky grays and purplesswallow his worldChoosing to blaze right alongsideThe fiery crimson and lemonsDeciding to follow the sunto the ends of the EarthSo that aquamarines,periwinkles,...

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Gold is slipping down the horizonAs I sit, alone, in this metal chairGulping down dusk's nectar breathAdmiring Mother Earth from my yardA sprinkler puddle shimmers, catching my eyeSoft breezes dance past, ticking my neckThe whirring wings of a hummingbird zip byAs the crickets tune for a midnight concertBut...

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I feel alive when you look at meevery hair standing on endbreath trapped inside my bodyWaiting for what you say nextI am chocolate melting in the face of the sunthe smallest particles of my body freedplaying on a summer's daywhen we brush past one anotherAnd with my atomic...

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I feel like a shellfishComplaining aboutmy smooth, safe shellhow I swoop with the currentsafter a turtle knocks me overtrying to remove the suffocatingclear, dead jellyfishclutching its throatwhile there is bedlamin the oceanI feel like a snookseparated from my schoolafter a black netclosed around usOnly grazed my finBut instead...

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Layers of pitch bog down the nightStagnant air filled with forebodingBut it's probably my overactive brainStill suffering from the five cups of scalding murky caffeineGuzzled this morningJust to make me feel slightly awakebefore sprinting to the officeRight?My phone buzzes on my deskbzz bzz bzz bzzzzzlike Beethoven's 5th symphonydun dun dun dunnnI...

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