Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Doughnut Dreams and Alien Hope
The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next to a maple Long John My droid tells me this: Long John donuts are a type of yeast-risen pastry that is shaped like a bar and can be glazed or topped with icing. They may…
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Yesterday
Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is an unbodied mortal shell, a cistern with but a drop of water. Whatever can I gather from that? This. Wayward thoughts. Banana leaves. Golden taco trucks sunning themselves on the streets…
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Prayers and Chants
Organ dusters gathered in the church And some day that piece of paper Will be yellowed and fragile An atlas of Heaven Burned at the edges Cupped by a dais The stained-glass story looks on Colors like crayons They talk to each other They want to kill what is good And praise all that is…
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Torturous Vampire Blood-Ade
A cup of rain A bucket of pain A drum of love… I was walking into the café with a ghost I was talking about a dream Something to do with red berries And torturous vampire Blood-Ade “Ohhhh yeah!” The police come bashing through the wall Guns drawn, yelling, tear gas and confusion My only…
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Lost Souls of the Mind
A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A canvas for lost souls of the mind Signage ripped away Glass sliding doors now a portal of black A blemish of capitalism remains We tear apart the Earth for products Mansions of plastic and digitized…
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Moonlight Road
The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book They appear between the black slats of the rigid leafless trees I have to stop and hold my stomach The sudden yet momentary ache of true life The path is wide and mostly straight A…
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A Watermelon Prayer
The mathematics of the cactus are all a conflagration, graduation to a higher pot and seed and someone please, crush the coma bones inside of me. Look, don’t stop, don’t struggle in the web; let it simply fall away from you as you lie still and quiet in your unending struggle of life, the life,…
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Doldrums and Doll Parts
I spun the little silver spark wheel of yet another cheap cigarette lighter while looking out the window at laughter. What are you feeling anyways? Doldrums and doll parts. Synergy and the cycloptic hard on. Cordial Campari and warm butterscotch on my acid-tainted tongue. Rubies. Opals. Black eyes and black pearls. Lust, fever, hate, greed,…
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The Bottomless Inkwell
What is it about this disarray of life that eats at my guts on a hot morning in July while I stand in a sauna of soap and bleach in the kitchen of the Silver Taco Café in a town in the desert that has no right to be here. I throw down a white…
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Red Sun Panic
Black myth hymns Rattle the rafters The gong of peace turns to war Jelly cobras hiss and spit As the bombs fall on the Pacific Man churns toil over oil And I need to crawl out of my skin today Like I have the greyscale And I’ll turn into a Stone Man in the Sorrows…
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