new york series

new york
a grander place.
a sharper manifestation.
astute and self-aware.
ornate in its bestness
moody, bright, and quick-halt

i do not want the very most
and all that goes with it.

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cafe mocha. brioche-y leaf swerve
minds my lips
and coats my collarbone flesh.

those dream threads
tossed me between my
origin home and my
watery quaint strung tight home
wrung long and sparse

::

open flithe space mode
for going
and being
and knowing my moments wholeness

girth feeds her fire
bows around her names
glints the human pressures
remembers ease and
self-evident purpose in
movement and motion

::

lines and light
give, exist
for noticing,
for borrowing and interpreting
silent song beacons
buoyant and commonplace

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cut tresses.
bob arbol.
cort casa.
slat spin.

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actually not so
sharp halty
cold breaking.
did i mold? did i
grow cold and
shaven? did i
harden? grow
cute-solid?
is this real?
slow-warmth?
benign or also
beneficial?

i did drift. i
forgot my own pith, a sense of
"that's what I want (to do);
go!" thinks
reel and stagnate
in my head room.

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belong to me
beneath arms length
around my laughing side
goes bumping turkish tarp