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Zerbaijan
It’s the edge of night and my eyes hurt Too much heavy looking and breathing at the world On this chaotic day of rest and wonder and all torn asunder I dream in comatose fits Mind flashes of impossible places But then there I am Crawling around in it like an animal with flammable fingers… — read more
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Last Light
I miss winter’s dusk How the last of the cold lemon sun Lays down its rays like a blanket upon the barren crop field The lights are already on In the few scattered houses of stone and dark rooftops Inviting and warm Wood smoke swirls out from the chimneys The barren trees stand like crooked… — read more
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The Portal
I am rich in pain and confusion at times. I glance over at the glossy blue plate where the crumbs from the buttered zucchini bread lie. The sky is sunless and dim. Silence calmly breathes. I wonder what will become of me. In these days of roses and war. The stupidity of it all. I… — read more
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Jigsaws of Blood
It’s tick-tock o’clock In the morning of sun and blue sky Fingers in quicksand Mind in a bog Body in a fog While the truth hands of the insane Are tacked to social crucifixes Mangled bone and muscle Like bombs on schools A candy stain burns away Catastrophe brains steal the day Black wasps dangle… — read more
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Fried Egg In the Sky
Photos by Aaron Echoes August Took a late-night walk into the darkness and found the space egg. The birth of the universe left exposed right up there in the sky. I heard animal movement in the woods whilst my soles scraped against the gravel pathway. I was thinking about life and all the creeps out… — read more
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Desolation Ra
Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the wall Desolation speaks in whispers The hour where time stands still The sun is an orange disc like Ra Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon Sipping darker colors moment to moment Until night finally falls — read more
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The Alcohol Dream Ghost
I was getting hazily crazily drunk in a dream A Sunday afternoon nap was the proper portal Someone was on my butt about it, trying to stop me The being was some kind of a woman One who cared, one who loved perhaps One who followed, one who nagged even so But then I absorbed… — read more
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