a trilogy. loneliness

a black gorge
reveals, divulges.
torrent, gorge.

casts out, wells up
from the antique stomach.
a smattering of loneliness

heart of iron.

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he stands there (here)
along the lip of a canyon,
the edge of a deep wound.
perpetual restoration, as
gravity delivers him up.

instead of down.

-

the hissing tines, taking up
their mouthfuls of skin.
spitty runnels of black ink
evidenced in the wound.

in the word.

-

this revelation of vomitous despair
runs along the corners of his mouth.
old man, old loneliness. age old.

smattering of loneliness

-garrett dawson

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