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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,...

Charleville and Assisi

     Charleville and Assisi Jeune Rimbaud was the Francis of strict art, Taboo creations.  For his writing, he Abandoned all, himself as well, to start “wallowing in vice,” willing to be free Of what was known.  He’d grasp the disorders That he’d compel among his...

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...

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...