Shipwrecked Viking

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  • Purification
    Everything is purification into maitreya, the drunken boxing of elastic relationship. If my life keeps being crucified, it will crush me into pure Dionysian wine.
  • Curandero
    I want to breathe good news all over you like a curandero blowing tobacco. I want to smell my prayers each time I blow. I want for every knot and cyst and cramp and flutter to collapse into the sea that you become on a windless day perfectly clear down to your depths.
  • Three Shelters
    Sometimes I wish I could feel your hand on top of mine as I watch the word take on your flesh. And I long for the future lifetime when we get to meet in college poetry class. But in this body’s journey, the most I can say is that I relish sitting on the mountain […]