[ .night.demons. ]

[ .night.demons. ]

slick and wet, the highway lords, swallowing sacrifices, wet blotchy eyes lured into the traps of lamps and traffic lights, old gods still here, nested in the feeding lines of each and every new facet that is growing, glowing hotter, as the yellow to white lines count by.

© Bryan McLean April 3, 2010
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[ .majuscule.Ә. ]

[ .majuscule.Ә. ] 


proprietary loss of circumstantial memory, unstressed to toneless, causing our sleep failiures, the coding wanes, our hearts wane from warming to the nighttime sweethearts that tumble down lovers envy ever so much, its not the loathing on the radar as I miss your scaled and scathing tones, its the water echo of visceral tones, buried in your rumbling chest.



© Bryan McLean April 2, 2010
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[ .vows. ]

[ .vows. ]


and I am ghosting




                         through this life


if only




          to be

                        by your side




                               close to you








© Bryan McLean April 1, 2010
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[ .in.the.fevered.day. ]

[ .in.the.fevered.day. ]


in the summer hunt
blossoming wounds
that are bound about
your fractured sentiments
running hollow and sweaty
down your forearms
in the summer hunt


in the darkening night
where I found a place
for you to rest your lips
the swelling head
now fevered and tired
from the ravaging
claws of the day
your so serene pout
cool against my skull
in the darkening night

© Bryan McLean March 31, 2010
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[ .vas.corazón. ]

[ .vas.corazón. ]


beating
slowly
quickly
rushing
in my chest
lonely and crowded
small
but its mine.

© Bryan McLean March 30, 2010
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[ .the.night.is.always.young. ]

[ .the.night.is.always.young. ]


am, free standing and small, nightstalking neverending, alone under darkened branches, staring back down, the striations etched into pericardium, thundering muscle, those lines matching the crevices on her trunk, and her skyworn thorns, match the crowns spiralling out of my foreskull, shadows pooling, at her feet, at my feet, now distanced from the lamplight cast, or inverted is the black succubus lines, reflecting future intentions, as her branches shift in the breeze.


© Bryan McLean March 29, 2010
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[ .hunghoite, 58Ce. ]

[ .hunghoite, 58Ce. ]

in the shadow of adversities.. my sensibilities cower with all my shame and all exterior failure wrought and sprouting outward, all wares at the ready in your viewing.. I am, then, in word and deed, the actions I have taken, or clearly the actions I have failed to take, in terror.. embarrassed and frail at the mere thought of standing out, being seen.. yet I am, lasting, stalling, at the ready.. engines art, claws to sheen, mineral outlines, to stand, pre-cursively exceeding in the glowering darkness.

© Bryan McLean March 28, 2010
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