Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Psycho Cookie
The psycho cookie man sat at a table and stared out the window. The noise of the others and the television blaring did not bother him as they usually would. He blocked them out with his new noise-cancelling ear buds he got at the Christmas party. He didn’t know who they had come from so Read more
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Moods of the Moon
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Cosmic Word Salad
Spirit shadows linger in windows A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk Lukewarm coffee sits in a red ceramic mug He is sipping the day away Tick Tock 8 o’clock Readying oneself to go out into the crazed world Hippies with hangovers Brutes in suits Ripping apart what the world gave Read more
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A Clockwork Cooking Spray
The building is encased in snowfall 17 stories, row upon row of windows A yellow-green light spills forth The world outside is cold and white Human beings inside are poised for a fight Another drunken bruise Paranoia, anxiety Thin walls, loud television sets The world is dressed in a midnight coat of madness Heads and Read more
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Head Six
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Tossing through the night Dreams of Madagascar and white offices These sleepers And these bleepers of the mind I don’t know who I am anymore As I grasp apples and oranges and put them in place The skyscraper carpet looked like the kind in the Overlook Hotel I saw Danny in the Deli “No liverwurst Read more
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The Sun Gray Water Hazard Cone
The leafless trees are dark against a pale blue sky Men down in the city are raging About crowds, costs, and consumption Christmas is in bloom The town and everything in it are colored red and green Red poinsettia leaves are dangling from the ceiling at someone’s office It’s a holiday party The greasy creep Read more
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Cold Time
It’s a cold, gray morning And time is moving much too fast Like a raging bull let loose from its pen Why, just a moment ago It was 6:40 Now it’s 7:12 Thoughts of tomorrow are already creeping in It will be Christmas in nearly two weeks We put up our tree Like we do Read more
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The Talking Death Fish
A willow chancellor in concrete gloves walks the path that meanders from the school, through the forest, and finally reaches the shores of a lake that very few people know about. He sits down in a place of soft grass and unfurls his lunch pail. He withdraws a sandwich and removes it from its plastic Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 