reypulque

Comes to the lay of the day I declaim the decline smack in the countenance, the sun leaning hard against the west, eyes crinkled with age and smoke and shine as I trail symbols on ley line minds. The drowse and the drift, mercilessly incarnate within the relentless mechanisms that keep time, the countdown and the alarm work their teeth like charms. I slouch and...
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There’s not much to do once the sinking sets in, once you feel the collapse throughout the collateral, the drag of the earth’s core gripping at your depths. Even the loosed sigh holds on as it descends, the inevitable pull, the winged fall. It’s going and going and then it’s gone. This likely isn’t news to more than a few of you. You fly, you...
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The words circle, the words spin, the words become and begin. There’s really no excuse. Just padding out the package, just filling out the forms, these the go through motions we have gone through before. These bone picked prayers, these prefabricated miracles, all popped pills and burst bubbles. Another sort of pang, a twitch, a spasm. An impulse of trumped up synapses and short circuits....
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deep down in the meat and

marrow, you permeate

the soup stock of myself

down to where the flavor founders

you lead by deft example while

I earn my nevers moon by moon.

your salt and spice

the altar of the palate

the prayer at the feet of the day

lighting up another breath

between the words the smoke

a hint and a hope

dashed...
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a hatful of smoke

a bindle full of bones

a hanger dangling flesh

and death there around

the eyes, this glimpse

at the last page

awaiting punctuation

Cleave close to the carbon, the coming salvos are meant to do more than shake rattle and roll. Attend to the poem of self, keep the roots on and in the loop, the clay ever lit with spit and spirit. The magic may flow, the magic may fizzle, you change it up and stay the same. That’s all you from the blue blazes to the...
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So the coiling smoke feathers past my face, head and shoulders hung over the lit ember, weary down to the word. Bones soaked in the oaths of blood and the black grasp of gravity ache unto ignition, ache unto the crush of days feels like destiny, slab after slab of certainty on you from the sky on down. Dizzy from the breath pressed, prayers gone...
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The days exceed,

the days digress,

I am a hole worn through

the world, the turned screw,

the pounded post—

mommy and daddy and the Holy Ghost

as the miracles and infinities

add up the faith and fascination as

I pace out my forlorn portions,

dead reckoned devotions

known by rote and bone.

Prayers pressed against

expired flesh, the kiss

goodbye like coins for

the...
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Here at the long blue end of the afternoon, with the heat bearing its heel down hard, each breath heavy in ache alone , the ghost turns around and around in its tracks all wail and bruise and wound striped bones. Head hung low, elbows fixed upon the knees as the smoke rises, ordinary and inevitable, redeemed through ritual alone. The words follow where the...
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It is the cadence of the common

chorus, the bet within

the spread before us, the courses

we are blessed to receive

the transmission of the feast

beast to belly to the earth of our

burdens laid down. It has been gone

so long that most of our bodies have

replaced down to the atom

these entangled selves

an exchange of kisses

uninhibited by time...
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I am the sound of the engine running, I am the ringing of the room from the lights left on. The hollow hush of the rush of empty through the air, the way the silence is sounded out in the static stippling my skin. This is the body, this is the embodiment, the careless retread pressing through the passage. The inhabitant and the husk left...
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Even the old ways abide

the creed of thermodynamics—

gods and devils forever

scraping the sides, dish and spoon

all the ready runaways,

busting down the doors

bursting through the gates.

So these prayers are set

against the endless stars and

long shot heavens, steam and spark,

breath and spine and expectorate

adding up to atmosphere

counting in thousands from the flash,

mumbled words and...
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