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Poetry


Visual
Air Conditioning
Equidistant Cities
Euphoria
Up

Verse
Apparently
Attempt To Join Sex and Death
Breathing
How To Love a Monster
In Absence of Friendship
Inside
I Thought
The Possible
Words

Prose
A Dora
Black Hole Poem
Light
Attempt to Join Sex and Death

The hung man's blur
is his presence
there
a belt dangling
his last thoughts
repeating infinitely.

Christ's eyes glow white.
His neck and sacred
prick pop hot
like Saint Theresa's
scorching ecstasy.
On a dead man's mattress
I sit up
grieve for us both
who through vicarious sight
have forfeited meaning
for visions.