April 2025
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Chaos and Color

This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged Juliet has aborted her American dreams With a uranium-gilded coat hanger Highway sounds ungloom the world now Star-spangled Heaven’s sheet Unburden us from the greed In the aisle of serenity Where no one walks or stalks A lingering solar eclipse buttons the sky… Continue reading
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Medicated

I feel like loose wires blasting Electric impulses heavenward My skin is shaky I want to run, but I can’t move I start to do something Then I stop My thoughts fall flat My attention span spans a second My nerves are cut open, exposed Noise sends me stratospheric Aggravated by everything I don’t have… Continue reading
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Head On a Spike

That’s what we need A head on a spike In times like these Of unchecked greed And deprivation of need A broken gold star On the refrigerator of life I feel senseless and selfish It’s 10:27 Take the pill You know the drill Esophagus lockdown Too soon to drown How will I go? I may… Continue reading
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Cultist Amethyst

Cultist amethyst Lingering by the lagoon of life Stranded on this island of strife I was wrapped in a jacket of rain today Hiking through the jungle The big green leaves like plates catching water from the sky The falls, the mist, the heavy breath of solitude Addicted to Russian candy While looking up at… Continue reading
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The Veiled Journey

I was the man beyond the veil, and I was upside down in sunlight, so it seemed. A crystal-clear river of icicle vibes sparkled in that light to my left. A grassland to my right. Broken people with backpacks and real live monkeys on their shoulders wandered through traffic unaware of all that worldly danger… Continue reading
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White

I wake up in deep shock My muscles are all bound up There’s a man in a window of the building across the way He looks like George Washington Or maybe it’s a woman with big white hair It matches the snow falling The icicles look like fangs All the rooftops are slathered with white… Continue reading
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Ladder Salad

A rusted, copper heart Salad gathered on the rung of a ladder Still feeling… I just don’t know how to explain it Disinterested in most things Impatient and irritable to a degree But not shaking Quick to anger at the mountain of gods Remembering Raton and the Robin Hood Motel Winter bliss at the border… Continue reading
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Reality Doesn’t Sell

The eye of the glossy tender Am I merely a revenant spirit To cast glows of comatose Leopard skin lies Dandelions adrift to an island Sanctimonious prayers over the smokestack Puffs of passion The smell of it Raspberry licorice In the glass case at the candy shop Where the man with the plastic hand works… Continue reading


