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Analog Assassin
@analogassasin.bsky.social
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Poet with a typewriter and plant addiction.
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I stepped out of my reclusive Pisces cave and ventured into the night to see a dear friend’s band play some good-for-the-soul R&B and blues, in a picture perfect bar. It was well worth it, on a number of levels.

#typewriter #poetry #supportlivemusic
I sat In a deep vinyl booth, With my friend's wife, Scream-talking As the band played On a loud enough Friday night. He wiped the sweat From his brow Between songs, And smiled When he saw me. The red light And swaying bodies Looked and felt Like a divine inferno, Of sinners and saints, Consumed By the same flames Of joyous rapture. December 20, 2025
December 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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#typewriter #poetry #haiku #desire
Soft naked body, Excitedly trembling hands, Ecstasy of touch. December 19, 2025
December 19, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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We are returning to a time of leeches and guillotines …

#typewriter #poetry #re_evolution
My words Are not well, They've been sickened, Too. It's a high fever Of rage And disbelief, With a gurgling stomach Filled with broken glass And revolution. The vaccines Are no longer Working, So it is time For bloodletting And burning away This dis-ease. December 19, 2025
December 19, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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Life is … a lot, lately. Combined with the usual weight of this season, and the absence of my father, it’s often hard to find a reason - or desire -for gratitude.
There is no quiet inside my head, the screaming only gets louder. December 18, 2025
December 18, 2025 at 5:26 PM
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Dense, soupy fog pretty much shuts a tourist town down. Cruise ships and airplanes halted in grey stillness, and the zoo and theme parks are cold and wet.

#typewriter
December 17, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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Broken record; I love the morning light I get … when it isn’t foggy … it makes the insomnia a little more bearable.

#typewriter
December 16, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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“Looks like somebody’s got a case of the Mondays …”

#typewriter #poetry #mondaymorning
Staring Out the open window, As I sip My first cup Of coffee, I witness The silent ghosts Of fog Drift by In humid walls. Monday morning Crawls Out of bed And into cars For the reluctant Commute to work, With teeth grit And tumblers Filled high With coffee. December 15, 2025 You already know How much I want To peel away The layers That keep you Hidden From my fingertips And Lips, Hiding Your skin And your curves From my hungry Eyes - The taste of you Permanently lingers On my tongue And in the memory Of countless kisses. December 15, 2025
December 15, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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I’m really tired - exhausted. The *now* of everything, combined with the lack of sleep is … a lot.

#typewriter #poetry
This moment is A lot To process And comprehend, As our hyperconnectivity Overstimulates the senses with a torrent Of horror, Magnified By algorithms That profit Off of shock. Reality is bad, But the news Is worse Because dead children sell. There's more money In body bags, Than there is In peace. December 14, 2025 I don't have the head For this life - I'm a poet, Not a coroner. December 14, 2025
December 15, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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Trump in reference to the Brown University mass shooting: “All we can do now is pray."

Thoughts and prayers play no part in reducing mass shootings. Easy access to guns & the hatred to use them, has everything to do with mass shootings and gun violence.
#ProudBlue #Pinks #TrumpIsUnfitForOffice
December 14, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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Love is a season …

#typewriter #poetry #love #longing
I want to be Inside your Thoughts, The way You are Inside mine - Hauntingly And achingly ... Constantly. I'm not, And I know it. Our time Passed, Like seasons Of warmth and sunlight, Into falling leaves And cool Darkness. December 13, 2025
December 14, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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Up late, awake early, and movie trailers of sleep …

#typewriter #poetry #insomnia #illsleepwhenimdead
I'd really like Some sleep, But I'd settle For love And a body To wrap itself Around me, While I stare At the ceiling In the darkness. I really need The sleep, But insomnia Is slightly More tolerable With another head Resting on my shoulder And soft skin Pressed against My chest. December 14, 2025
December 14, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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I should go to bed eventually … as if that will do me any good …

#typewriter #poetry
Our tongues Danced and delighted, Wrapped Around each other, And our lips Cupped together, Forcing us To breathe As one Set of lungs. Our hearts Were beating Against our ribs, Trying To break free Of our chests, Aching To become one. December 13, 2025
December 14, 2025 at 6:40 AM
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A bit of late night tea and typing …

#typewriter #poetry
I was Tracing the shape Of your hips As you slept, Trying Not to wake you, Listening To your breathing, With your back Against my chest. Your bare skin Seemed to glow, With the soft moonlight Coming in the window, While I painted you Into memories That now haunt My sleeplessness. December 13, 2025
December 14, 2025 at 6:26 AM
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Wwwhhhyyy???

#typewriter #poetry #seasonaldepression
I wish it wasn't Midnight at five o'clock now - I need more sunlight. December 13, 2025
December 14, 2025 at 1:24 AM
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The sun has been stubbornly held at bay by the heavy fog that has lasted longer than it should’ve.

#typewriter #poetry
The overnight fog Has lingered Deep into morning, Forgetting To go home. Somewhere In the distance, The sun is shining Warm and bright, But not yet here. Crows sit on nearby powerlines, Damp, but not quite wet, With grey sky Above them, As they make plans For elsewhere. Saturday morning starts Muted and delayed, With Friday night's jacket Still clinging To the horizon, Like a drunk and needy lover, Who refuses to leave. December 13, 2025
December 13, 2025 at 6:21 PM
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The morning is very foggy, but not memory …

#typewriter #poetry #aching
December 13, 2025 at 5:26 PM
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“… love/r …”

#typewriter #poetry
December 12, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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Up before the sunrise … surprise, surprise … but at least it was beautiful, warm, and golden.
Another night of sleepless sleep and dreamless dreams in quiet darkness. December 11, 2025 I've cracked my skull More than once, So word recall is A constant chall - Struggle. I can't remember Numbers, Longer than 6 digits, And names take forever To embed themselves. But I remember What you taste like, When the sweat clings To your slender neck, And what your hair smells like, When you first wake up And try to escape My arms Before you can get To the bathroom To brush the tangled dreams From your hair. December 11, 2025
December 11, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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For the record … #fuckAI

#typewriter #poetry
I am My own AI- Capable Of imagining Worlds Beyond my own Imagination, Without over-consuming Valuable resources. None of my characters Have six fingers, Unless they are meant to, And their limbs Don't bend Unnaturally, Unless they're very Unfortunately dead. December 10, 2025
December 10, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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The paper sat spooled up all day before I could attempt to make something spark in my brain.

#typewriter #poetry #notverygoodhaiku
I held space in my head, hoping the words would come to fill in the void. December 10, 2025
December 10, 2025 at 10:38 PM
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Out the door early this morning to get youngest on the ice for figure skating before school … poetry will have to wait.

#typewriter #poetryonpause
December 10, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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“… dreamt …”

#typewriter #poetry
I dreamt Of your soft bare skin In the darkness, Watching you Breathe, And giving thanks To each rise and fall Of your chest That kept you Part of this world. I wished That I could be The air That entered Your lungs, To feel The life Within you. December 9, 2025
December 9, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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Slow. Down.
S l o w d o w n …

#typewriter #poetry #happyfourthofjuly
December Has barely removed Its coat And gotten through The front door, And we're being confronted With January's arrival, As endless "year in review" "Best of" headlines Flood every page, screen, And smoldering timeline. We've barely finished chewing Thanksgiving leftovers, And now we're burying The still-warm Charred remains Of the year We're still trying To survive. December 9, 2025
December 9, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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#typewriter #poetry #noclevercaptiontoday
Staring At the blank page, Trying to find words, I think Of you And your soft skin, Waiting For the touch Of my fingertips And lips, Quietly becoming The poem I need To write. December 8, 2025 I can still afford To have the heat on, So that my daughter Doesn't shiver In her bed As she sleeps. There's still food In the refrigerator And cupboards - We still have A few options For dinner. I'm trying To get a few more Miles out of the tires On the aging-but-functioning car, Whose seat warmers Still make us smile on chilly mornings. December 8, 2025
December 8, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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Sunday morning triptych … without the religion.

#typewriter
December 7, 2025 at 5:28 PM