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SamsaraA broken slinky named samsara stops descending the stairs, remembering that up is nirvana.Samsara
She looks down and says “there is the spot that I was searching for” and settles incorrectly in a place where
She feels her stomach lurching. Down nor up are real; the step where she is perching
slants 45 degrees. She can’t feel the tilt, circles have no tips, which was previously assumed ideal.
There are no floors, each step dips into the next, each dip peaks into a step, to catch the circle in a lip.
Samsara spins
by ~TwoSteps-FourLetters
UntitledSignificant or not I reverse glossolalia Stirring phonemes into meaning with the bumps on my tongue. Take the meaning from meaning, try to live more like Rabi’aUntitled
And inhale past the lungs Swim the leagues without gills Conquer science, insignificant, live among
Those who wholly fill Themselves with divine gasses Stolen, jagged, from the air and changed by stolen skill.
Alter eyes, change into broken glasses. Broken light bulbs shine new light On easy passes
Though here, without cars, travel at night Is impossible; nocturnal seedlings
by ~TwoSteps-FourLetters
HEATmy eyes drive so i can hold my tongue on a distracted speedometer, identity theft thermometer, measuring the heat of the rubber at rush hour. mercury crouches, a prisoner in a glass tube and i want to see it raise to riot banging its cage i crush the gas trancelike, as if on a pilgrimage to that stop sign – My God The Deity of the Crossroads the Lord of Fever Dreams. God says STOP but with a full tank iHEAT
plow past my destination rearview mirror shows STOP my God in the middle of the intersection red for my respiration for ritual perturbation &
by ~TwoSteps-FourLetters
1203Voices mesh through the wood of a central beam as Two men charge from different poles The beam breaks. Across the beam balanced a girl made for show and tell Told to tell tales about how far downhill her legs have run, Where they landed, and if they were planning on a return. Voices mingle and mesh stuck in the wood as One man gripping the torso of a beautiful legless acrobat Sits on a broken beam. He mourns the loss of the circus’ joy and its creators. Time manifested in retired performers Grows old, wondering when fate will allow herself to meet herself. Fate brims1203
by ~TwoSteps-FourLetters
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For Siân, for Art and for Acquired Tastes.
I love you all.
Staggering through his studio like a penguin avoiding the cracks Arvo Tikk announced his return by belching loudly and falling on a little toy telephone with wheels, rather than the sofa he’d intended to land on. “Fuck!” he bellowed. “Fuckin’ fuckin’ fuck arse bollocks!” Upstairs, Meredith groaned and stuffed a pillow over his head. Arvo had obviously been drinking again. “S’no good! I’m gonna hafta kill myself!” Arvo slurred, levering himself up and depositing his bulk
by ~Trouserpress
Uniforming.Hope is in the guest bedroom unpacking. It takes years to unpack in the guest bedroom. Actually, it just never ends. The mismatched pairs of socks keep multiplying, and the bed never molds to your shape. It is a slab of ambiguity that ensures that no guest ever feels at home. There’s a pink cardboard Kleenex box on the nightstand and ruffles around the bed frame. It looks like a carbon copy of a Pottery Barn sample guest room. Those are dying rooms, not living rooms.Uniforming.
Hope’s brother died in the war, and they sent his armpits and toenails and nostrils back to the country in a box with a flag draped over it. He was just bits and pie
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