Author: Aaron Echoes August
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The Veiled Journey
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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 Read more
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White
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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 Read more
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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 Read more
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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 Read more
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The Geranium Machines
The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of space all nonsense Geranium machines Rattling off methodical defense Bullet showers in the windows Curtain calls Charm and sun and blood The euphoric day of another world Take me to Eden Sands A place in Read more
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Like July
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To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook The war rages on out there A sky full of bullets and smoke Howls of the innocents Where are the government men? Who shout the war cry loudest Where are their guns and blood? Where Read more
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Southern Naked Dolls (End)
The natural cage in which he walked was made of trees. The trail wound along the edge of the lake, and he could peer out between limbs and leaves and see the sparkling blue water. Then the trail curved inward, deeper into the forest and all was silent save for the birds or scrambles of Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 