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Magic

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I have to write.

I stare at this blank page

and it stares back

taunts me.

It feeds off me

like a leech it

feast on my fears for breakfast

and sips my anxiety like tea.

Never satisfied

until I write.

So here I sit

Staring through this open window

waiting for the magic.

From a home I can’t explain

neighbor of imagination

down the block from love

Or is it hate.

Next to the house that always cooks barbecue.

That smell that sweeps the block

through open windows

love hate relationship with your belly

as it fights for something more.

Yet, here I sit

waiting for the magic.

Watching this orange fuck

slowly crush our stars

gathering Universal’s Minions

calling himself Gru

wasting on a par 4

stealing candy from unborn babies

from the home that he

is burning to the ground.

Closing our window

after only a few months

He,

We.

Need to-

Look for the magic.

Gather fingertips

the window is still open

Jump.

Don’t fly

We still have to fight.

So

Here I stand.

Writing

silent page.

Starting at the open window.

Needing to make humans think

think twice

and tell them a lie

that this window

Will always be open.

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the day before yesterday

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Planning for the future

with a hammer

and a couple nails.

It’s a joke

I know

but it’s the truth.

The nails are a bit rusted

felt like I should mention that.

Bent too.

Head to Home Depot

to have your card rejected

but find a two by four

on the way home.

 

Buddy said she had

some parts for me,

pity screw.

Looking up already,

call it a note worthy day.

 

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Faith

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The black panther lives in the rainforest.

This is the home of Faith.

The promising work of a florist.

Home forever even as a wraith.

 

Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.

Always with you like a reprise.

True nature’s cheery missus.

In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.

 

Her beauty undeniable by all.

All wanted to see what she could achieve.

Impossible to foresee thee befall.

This panther bows as she takes her leave.

 

All panthers ache and weep.

Rest now in your beauty sleep.

 

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Bruja’s whisper

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she said-
she said she could see the future:
with waves of her palms
a slow breath in
candles flicker from her oak table
bark scented incense smoke swirled
clockwise
towards the ceiling
her exhale.
my palms weak
sweaty

her eyes rolled back
for a second
her fingers touched mine
skin hot as a summer bbq
i could-
i could see
a hot summer bbq
the one last summer-

when-
when he was still around
flipping patties and drinking a cold one
requesting bad bunny for the 12th time
“what’s the dodgers score”
kids playing monsters in the yard.
i remember this, i wanted to tell him i’m-

the incense descended
counter clock wise
candles burned to the stump
her eyes, pale green, weary
focused
in a loss of breath
she said,
“i tried-
i tried
but
all you wanted
was to be back
in
that
moment
just one
more
time.”

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u/knighted

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new park

same storm-

really just a drizzle

atop a tabletop

with a cigarette bud-

last glare of the sun

before

kidnapped by deadbeat clouds.

honey & vanilla:

couple played on the swings

giddy laughter

their stomps soaked

their bottom halves-

the boy

stopped-

reached into the depths of his pocket-

shivered

a well kept

red note tied with a bow

the girl

stopped-

reached into the depths of his note-

she ate it

and ran away.

serenaded by a robin

smoke ceasing

as the sun peaks past

the over protective clouds-

back against watered boards

held high

a bow

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still

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right fist

aimed, like a slingshot

above the clouds

at apollo’s open chin-

before he

conducts another somber tune.

grief built like a fire

burning in a bloodied right fist:

broken frames

packed bags

a box-

“trash”-

empty perfume,

empty bottles,

a wrinkled, folded sonogram.

coconut breeze-

it was your favorite-

hangs over the bed,

still,

over your side,

a distant specter.

the fist once aimed

stared back, openly,

empty.

sun kissing the crown

of their would-be assassin,

before being swept,

by drifting clouds.

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Retreat

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wakin’ up playin’ make believe

hidin’

under the covers

makin’ clouds with our hands

untamed fields as far as the sheets can see

pair of wild stallions

retreatin’ from the encasin’ darkness-

runnin’

runnin’

runnin’

nothin’ will catch ’em

fleein’

the never settin’ sun

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Golden Gaze

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“this one’s for you”

everyone returned to their seats

in a ballroom where oak

holds each couple tight.

“work is good right now, thanks”

“i love that jacket on you, brings out your eyes”

“oh my god, i hope i didn’t leave the stove on”

“te quiero”

“you look, incredible”

“do you have my phone”

lively

humming chatter

towards a vacant

grand piano.

polished white ivories

smooth to the finger tips

playful dance transversely

key in keys

& harmony of jabber.

band in matching suits

brass and strings

awaiting.

sea of eyes

dressed to the nines

vases of filled roases

one for each pair of oak

jam-packed waiters, eaters

lovers.

the couples:

hands in her lap giggling

a single man looking back

staring at their phones

watching the band

sharing a kiss

red turning conversation

holding hands over their cleared oak.

then her.

stunning gold dress to her ankles

bright rose lipstick

long wavy raven hair

never leaving

his

jubilant gaze

before the first

of many

notes.

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Starless Moon

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on eves

of the full moon

i’m terrifed to fall asleep-

what if i never wake-

never again:

a drunk cig with the gang

park & album dates

trash-talked games with my brother-

last thing i ate, was grilled chicken-

do i even need to diet??

i want a steak with salt fries

to share a sundae

to have a street dog after dancing

to feel the sun

one more time-

please-

i want-

i want to keep wanting.

want to- cut the excuses

write the book

sing loud and proud

love each day like the last

what if-

i never get to tell you-

i’m sorry.

just so you know,

i love you-

i still see your silver necklace

wrapped around your polished neck.

i messed up

i was in my head,

i couldn’t silence-

the inner monster

that craves

to destroy.

my inner demon holds me tight

making me watch

coaxing the howl

shutters closed tight

jaw wired bite

no windows in sight

coarse pelt brushes

my motionless skin-

what if-

what if

this is the last night

under a starless moon.

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Hymn of Dangerous Devotion

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i don’t want to believe her,

yet

i crave her poison

sweet sweet

poison.

teeth sink-

into my lips

blood gushes-

to the surface-

immobilized

in her gaze.

her talons rake

my skull-

gods were warned

to flee:

her quarry

pinned

gasping

for her

she moans

her verse

shrouded

in silver mist

ropes strung high

and

low-

a huntress

stalking

& i

in her arrows

tip

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slipping

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leaky pipe

dripping

into a metal bucket

lights flickering

humm

pop

drip

closing in, a children’s song echo

through crumbling walls:

ring

around

the roooosiee

humm

pop

drip

an older lady propped

outside her apartment

flicking a lighter

shaky death stick

the light and a sweet sizzle

h

p

d

triple shift lethargy

feeble gripping keys

sweaty open palms

grasping folding walls

slipping

h

d

p

ring

around

the

rooo

si