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suffix disconnect
and everything is awash
when you say you only wish
to kneel on the rain,
empty, except the night
which holds you
as I would,
your slow song
melody unknowingly
careless how you call
my name
empty, the endless vision
climbing away
from the ocean at my feet
little blizzard
and sometimes I stop dying for
a while,
only to remember. (…)

Words
cast two shadows
here, and on most ev’ry ear
one black and sharp-edged in its flavoring
the other translucent and forever wavering, like
heat haze. (…)

This one was really distinct.
Most often, the images were cloudy and abstract, the colors faded, the shapes distorted. (…)

Here are some haikus
written by this guy (that’s me)
just for Swagazine:

The waistband snaps back
And leaves a blistering welt;
My pants are too tight. (…)

Rising up, in a haven of dust and gray
warmth trickling beginning at my knees
comsuming me as it rises
Until it reaches my head
and engulfs it within me
I am a slave to it
here my one savior
I cannot find it
a fury detatched
The pain is
but a small
glimpse
of love
and I
offer
it to
only
you. (…)