New Light Beam

I wasn’t born this bright

And there was no way I could see

How growing up inside the dark could bring light out of me

I seen a new light beam

It cast onto to trees

And each drive there was a window of time

I saw the emerald sea

There was a humid haze between myself and the never-ending valley

With pollen speeding fast into my eyes from air-rushed...

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Bad Poetry

My name is Caleb Gorey

The narrative is

My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it

The network of my nerves are syntactic

And my blood vessels are but a poem

Clotted with cells of writer’s block

Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift  my mouth

And my liver faults again and its screaming

“You can’t have it!”

I...

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Gathering Wool

As I think I walk through an orrery

Of aspirations in parallel to the sixth constant

And oppression in madness trims the borders

Where the feet of the dead pursue

And embrace every stranger.

Though chastity is born of consecration

The chasm of lust denies

The broken glimpse of a benevolent hell.

And we beckon, crying,

Smelling of the ...

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