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Stranger and Stranger

       Stranger and Stranger …… How intricate your beauty is, how sad My sturdy worship.  Curiously they fit. Your loveliness, tinged by women you’ve had, Is laced with curling shapes.  There’s not one bit Of you that isn’t curled,...

Charles Randall Taulelle II

Charles Randall Taulelle II           “moons pursuing one another” ~ Arthur Rimbaud   The moon comes close.  The moon comes close to us And we go crazy.  We are moons as well. We suffer from past scarring and fresh pus Loads,  giving us our wounded look.  We swell...

Foggy

                   Foggy I loved you once because you were a ghost, Or I was—who cares which?  You did not scare Me, yet I frightened you.  At least I boast Within my ribcage that the spectral flare Of whispering love produced subconcscious fear In your left lung—fear...

Your Death Will Not Be Love

Your Death Will Not Be Love Your death will not be in the order of The alphabet.  Destruction comes as planned By God (predestination) from his love, From luck (though thinkers cannot understand That concept), or from nothing more than chance. Extinction doesn’t...

Chasms

                     Chasms The long years’ gaps between the times that you And I were born, our ages (ever spread) Will never be erased—till the debut Of death for one of us. I’ll go ahead, Statistically, since many thousand days And nights are quite a...

Intravenous Love: A Sonnet Sequence

           Intravenous Love:            A Sonnet Sequence I I take my drug in doses that must last For months—or years.  Your distance now restrains Me from continuous supply.  In veins Scarred caution punctures steady highs, but vast Effects on mind and soul make...