Month: May 2025
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Orifice Clouds
The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of the sky Stars and ravens up so high I see sleep And the structures of man Dust hobbits and wolverine people Traverse the Earth I am walking Northbog Ridiculous perimeters Sea urchins and starfish Stop Read more
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Dream Leaps
Rows upon rows upon rows Apartment buildings Different colors, shapes, and sizes Dream leaps across the lawns Buttresses like butter In the warm, misty dawn Four bedrooms, wood paneling Room after room of hideous furniture My table in the dust 1800 dollars a month Voices in the hall, in my head I can’t afford this Read more
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The Wishing Window
A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view is sunrise on the water And thoughts diving in Wanting to swim In the deep and narrow periwinkle mauve The yawn of a ship dispersed in space I have no feelings, I have no face Read more
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Free Falling in a Mall
You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super fresh So write like magic despite the tetherships of the world I ache to conjure up all the words I need for literary architecture Why doesn’t my mind simply bleed? It’s a spring dream these Read more
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Psychedelic Encounters in an Empty Vessel
Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the crows dance and bow and she wipes away the sweat from her frosted brow. She thinks it’s cold outside. Cold in the desert. What does she know? It can get cold in the desert. There’s Read more
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The College of Cannibalism
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A skirmish of desire I fight the voracious appetite of distraction But I eat myself alive Like in architecture school The room, the windows The drawing tables The long walk across campus on a fall day I never fit in Especially when they asked me to disrobe A study in free-hand drawing To loosen the Read more
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The Blue Villa
I ordered two kitchen sinks because I’m crazy. They’re for my blue pastel villa in Italy. The blue is cerulean and at night reflects the yellow light of the outside lamps in shapes resembling swaths of butter pads. It’s a reclusive place that sits near the water. It’s two levels with a walkway leading up Read more
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The Comatose Scarecrow
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The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They cry for salvation, yet cruise Read more
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 