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Temple Food

Nothing to anger the blood

A slow breath at morning,

The day ahead,

Unwelcome but necessary

The light is washed out

I don’t welcome the resemblance

But we know different

I am calm,

Set in accepting opposition.

What will the pressure teach you today?

And my goals?

In my pocket, warm and fed

Nurtured against the last traces

Of winter

Stubborn in remaining

But soon we shall leave

With bellies full of

Temple

Food

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Civil Twilight

Does the soul bruise

Breathe in the chill perfume

Of evening

As civil twilight tips its hat

In my direction

Spent days in comfortable silence

Speaking on the page

Life is a symphony

Some melodies remain

Others added

Some dissonance

Kept and others

Are wrong notes

Useful to remind me

That the trick is to keep playing.

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Meat, Salt, Water.

Not so much simple

As elegant

Tender to the possibilities

But within myself

A king in his kingdom

Tasted failure more than once

But won’t swallow it

Until the alchemy of determination

Makes it sweet

And made sleek with certainty

Happy without the pofaced rhetoric of

a past where I believed

I knew what happened when you’re

Making other plans

Escaping the idea there was a way to

Have my cake and eat it too

But now there is meat

Salt and water

Strong enough to bear it all

Love until you bruise.

Leave you to sleep and

Watch you

Ache with all the sweet, daft shit

I’m too strong to say

But what you feed in me

Knows.

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love, masculinity, poetry, women

Meat, Salt, Water.

Not so much simple

As elegant

Tender to the possibilities

But within myself

A king in his kingdom

Tasted failure more than once

But won’t swallow it

Until the alchemy of determination

Makes it sweet

And made sleek with certainty

Happy without the pofaced rhetoric of

a past where I believed

I knew what happened when you’re

Making other plans

Escaping the idea there was a way to

Have my cake and eat it too

But now there is meat

Salt and water

Strong enough to bear it all

Love until you bruise.

Leave you to sleep and

Watch you

Ache with all the sweet, daft shit

I’m too strong to say

But what you feed in me

Knows.

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Home but still searching

Soft glow of shop fronts

A night with teeth

Tired to the point of drunkenness

But the day is done

Give cigarettes to the

Crumpled men in doorways

Because I’ve peered into

The dark spaces they make home

And found my own corners

Unoccupied but waiting

So I endure

Indifferent employers and

Rejection thick and constant

But I conspire towards

Freedom and a safe trip to

Happier states even as my smile

Blooms

Like the flowers

And they too

Come alive

As do i

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Here, here, here

No time wasted in idleness

If my life is a game

Played with such intention

I forget it’s not real

Then as the difficulty rises

So I unlock new abilities

Sensitivities and

Subtleties

All is study

Sharp but not cruel

My thoughts take flight

and it is all,

In the diffused daylight

Just

Play

But you, warm and resting,

Call to me without speaking,

And that too

Is play,

So I finish a coffee,

An exquisite detail

To a moment platonic

In its perfection

And you are adjacent

Here, here, here.

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Sweet prayers

Never sure

If I’m divine inspiration

Or demonic warning

Perhaps a hairs breadth

Between them

Sit still with animal

Apollonian

Dionysus making other plans

And sometimes I

Touch you and you recoil

Too much energy

At too tender a time

I would render you

Into the woods

Take you amidst the

Leaves on a found altar

Over and over again

Raw with it

And in so doing

God

Man

Animal

All the same

All served

Coral pink kisses

Sweet and damp

Serving as prayer

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