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it's winter hereit’s winter hereit's winter here
the ash from a bent cigarette is like falling snow to a country
with nothing but summer and time on its hands.
where winter is the purchase of salt and chains; birth of solitude; church cancellation; locked doors.
where blizzards are silly little disasters when sand refuses to rest in tiny hourglasses on the desks of costumed bureaucrats;
on beaches beyond busy stretches of asphalt and billboards
and gusts between the legs of eager brothers and sisters wearing shirts with no col
by ~goodbyemountain
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‘there's no music in this fucking piano.’ -kiddi beikon, noi albinoi
there are buildings falling all around me, too tall concrete monoliths carrying their tops and her home to the bottom and scaring the dust to rise before what’s either a nearer star or strong streetlamp,
and complicated dramas dissolving into a charming dichotomy of exalted
by ~goodbyemountain
luminous intensityluminous intensityluminous intensity
in her room,
up ten stairs, around ten corners, the door shut plaintively and ten slanted windows dimmed
(brightening light from their edges drawn thickly onto the melodramatic canvas of an antiprismic, hypersolid, silent wall, ten inches at a time).
next to the door,
(looming on us,) (in ten city,)
chest height and cream or dull, there’s an eager ten notched brightness dial, or ten numbered light switches for ten stubborn tiny lights leaning floorward, bored, waiting for topped sta
by ~goodbyemountain
i'm no astronauti’m no astronauti'm no astronaut
i’m no astronaut and deep space might as well be the bottom of the hudson or the sea.
planets seem as giant whales trapped in perpetual pull around their massive hearts.
the asteroid belt is nothing but a circular circulatory system or dusty leather wings wrapped completely around the curved shoulders of
three friends’ embrace, warming their atmospheres and girdling the sun,
and comets nothing but stray arrows with no aim but to mark the path they take.
by ~goodbyemountain
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