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Current Residence: California
Favourite genre of music: Metal
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Operating System: Elementary OS and Windows 8
Wallpaper of choice: What ever it may be
Favourite cartoon character: Starvin Marvin
Favourite movies: Pulp Fiction, Ghost in the Shell, Lord of war and Halloween
What We Wantthere is nothing simple about
what we want of this ghost
nor what it wants of us
our every word
ticks familiar nothings
along the rotary travel
of the context dial
and behind every note
of our skyward intentions
chirps the same
swirling nightful of insects
a mechanical enmeshment
of barbs strumming harpstrings
in prayers that somehow
its echo chamber might rename us
might not know us, might not realize
holding the strings taut
but myth and magnetic repulsion
i have a recurring dream
that i awake alone
in the backseat of a car
barreling down the highway
and from what i dream-remember
i'd already been driving it badly
before crawling into the backseat
for a rest, without stopping
there is nothing simple about
the ease with which
us saying we're already dead
what the echo chamber
has always named us
because war is all we've ever been
power and nothing beautifulwe are exhausted
from the black box guilt
under the waves, the drinker’s need
that carries us home to make believe once,
briefly, we had a lot to say.
what I remember each morning
isn’t harmless. what we outlived at home
strikes, retreats every comfort, every dreaming
secret insisting on its own innocence.
I begged to be a third person candle
inside a groaning pumpkin husk -
this rehearsal making me glow.
The WalkBitter coffee at dawn
is an aftertaste
of spilled wine and tears
Flames leap like cheerleaders
But I have little to cheer about
as I leave the house
blanketed in a mist of thought.
I crumble his chocolate
litter the road with a shared moment
now dead in the grass.
I pound music in eardrums,
rewiring the heartbeat
and my voice is a chorus in a Shakespearean play
through the analogy of pop.
Stained glass catches my eye -
what was once clear fogged up
by pastel paint glinting in grey.
I watch them like it's aurora borealis
while the wind races the leaves to my feet
puzzled by my fixation to things that shatter.
By the lake I picture stones skipping away stillness
as my ears are loud with musical catharsis.
Raindrops tap a path home
but my feet cannot follow
those bulleted steps just yet.
I walk instead on the autumn ocean
blanketing the frost tipped grass
And like Moses I float upon its leafy waves
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