10/16/17

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coagulate self-distress
spittle blank likeness of wither
stumbling creep
for all gestalt
mile long wipe-out
smooth by means of glide
hulking ribbon, a redaction
speak the balance
code grizzly
or umber bubbles of fault
fling the redeemer
hard against sky

-r. miller

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10/11/17

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The carnival sequence
unrolls deliciously
before the sad eyes
of the boho squatters
who wanted only
to get a grip.

The varied pictures slip
in and out
of one another, too fast
for anyone to see
just what it is
that they depict.

I’m back with my pants down.
It’s the modern way,
and I’m nothing, I tell you,
nothing if not modern.
This will only get you
so far, however.

I’d be happy to elaborate,
maybe over drinks?
Of course, you’ll have
my searing sneer to contend with
and I wouldn’t wish that
on my bitterest friend.

-r. miller

Recurring dream of you

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Too much else. You stroke
kindly the wavering within
and adorn the air in crimson smoke,
though the cold absorbs completely.

This matters later, during those hours
where the recurring dream of you
wounds my waking
until waking is disagreeable,

and the ticking of my watch
becomes an illness which
I must surely perish of.
No truth is plainer than this.

-r. miller

9/29/17

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A presumption of crush
we intersect with diligence,
figures uplifted, fracture holding.
Too up in arms for a fragrant lust.
Mistrust assuming the posture
of an accident in progress.
Some time where no synapse speaks
of its own power to construct.
Us we form by reticence, by
fingers hot with touch.
Deja vu everywhere,
it sits in kindness and fat
and spares naught.
The look… Unfolding itself,
uprooting all calculation
with a threatening sense of purpose.

-r. miller