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Jessica A. Tehan
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...to be...
A lapse of seconds Is all it can take To blink the eye of Assumption. Tinker not with Soliloquies and Sermons For they are to be As they remain; Untitled, demure Uncaged.
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"Hidden Amongst Winter Holes"
I read of you, and burn; the tinge of detachment Too lucid to admit. I have no view-able version Destructing further- the weight of your absence. Your nylon headdress, smug over your senses; Tell me as I wonder- How now do you fare? Nearly an offense on the...
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His and Mine and His and Mine.
A new fork in the road; One Great Prong, Splitting everything, straight down the middle. Run, and run fast To build speed so even you don't see yourself coming And fuck that detractor till it breaks. Kept distracted, the noise: personified insignificance. D...
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The Tortured Copse
Into that vault The armory of the wounded Declaring the disfigurement, And the traumatized beauty of blackened insides. Eaten. As in chewed Sucked, sickeningly savored To learn and understand and walk away and heal. That fucking unwinding containment Seduci...
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4 Dozen
Holding off has never been so easy. And yet, it is as it has always been. Restrained. Buckled to my senses, to my nonsenses Merged in unity since before my own opinion Existed. Formed. Feigned. How relevant have I made the wrong Bare-knuckling my own breast...
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Crash and Burn
Words are cloying. Night is wrought With indecision. Who am I tonight? Lucubrating intent Odds swim in reverse Cortical homunculus Revisiting. Indigenous needs Perpetrating my flow Hijacking the night To bid its own due To the right, then left Beneath feet ...
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‘Blue Girl’
Plucked as she rests On a lap that has waited. Patience can sour If wasted on useless palms Resting idle The strum of a soliloquy Will not conduct itself Finger glide gently Over and on top of- The intimidation of tuning. Ink to swill the sound shared A bec...
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And So He Sings...
"...there's certain things that I adore..." Of those certain things, they placate nothing in recent years The notes, the husky gripe, that pond-hopping drawl Seduced, saturated in the fuse he's lit From billions of particles that pass between us And the lif...
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Naked as Adam
Brace the days with light Penetrating deeply, effectively... This hoard of ghastly uncertainty The newest plague in Modern Life. Some, they mate for life Able to stay the distraction of flagrant devaluing Catholic beginnings suggested I should But Matriarch...
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A Time within A Moment
I hear you. But then again, I don't. I feel you, perhaps, is far more apropos. "...end where we started..." "...You and I were never too small..." You are feeding that line that I tow. Dare me, instead, to tear open the truth. You come here and say just eno...
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