WHERE THE POISON METS THE PRECIOUS AIR

 

RELIGION OR THE TRUTH, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM BOTH

HELIX

 

vallejo is dead and the world still continues

 

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there is no point to history if all we do is live through it

 

My laptop has uncanny insight into my mind........

pale scars where the past joins the future

 NEW WORK FOR THE 

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HAVIK 2023

small poem to fill an empty page

 

 

summer of ’92, before the 

flood, before the abortion, before she

tells me whose baby it is

 

a rusting trailer at

the edge of a cornfield

 

buzz of cicadas, neverending rumble of

trains passing in the distance and she says her

husband ignores her or

he yells at her

 

says he hasn’t fucked her in

almost three years,

doesn’t even hit her anymore, and

what we’re waiting for is winter

 

the possibility of escape that

never becomes a reality

 

the inevitable future

which is only ever a less hopeful

version of the defeated past

shouldn’t take much longer than the rest of your life

 

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