Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Blue Sky Gravity Heart
Outside it looks like spring in winter My woman is in my bed sleeping Blonde hair peeking out from beneath the covers The blue of the sky tastes like Wisconsin That place I lived and laughed and got damaged in so long ago Fifty years later… Lottery tickets askew on my desk An empty coffee Read more
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Voided Orange Old Goat
Out in the Southwest I was Terracotta patio four stories high Two black metal chairs Black metal table Void of an ashtray Void of an ice-cold drink colored lime green Void of a second person Void of a robot companion There’s a view upon the valley of red rock thorns Thick towers of sandstone polished Read more
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Canned Rabbit Magic 5
Morning cracked open like a hopeful universal egg as the rabbit emerged from under the house. The air was wrapped up in a spring chill. Everything seemed dripping wet. He was no longer inside a can; he broke out and could now unleash himself upon the world. When he stood, he looked more like an Read more
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I Will Be With You Again
U2 is trudging through a snowy landscape in Sweden in December 1982 They’re pissed off about WAR As we all should be… except for the profiteers They love it Spilled blood and ruined lives make for a fine portfolio Gold polished and kissed raw beneath a thunderstorm of guts Enough of that sickening stuff The Read more
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Ding Dong Dumb
I sit down at the table and sip my morning coffee. The house is still as space, except for that ever-present hum of the refrigerator and the wandering movements of the dust through sunlight. I’m thinking about rapid-cycling madness this morning and how it has transformed my life. It’s nothing serious, mind you, it comes Read more
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Canned Rabbit Magic 4
The men returned to the house early the next morning, cold and unrested. Sarrah was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee and cooking eggs and bacon. The house was filled with the smell of it, like a greasy café on a busy Sunday morning in a lost western town in Idaho. Sarrah turned Read more
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Canned Rabbit Magic 3
Sarrah remained at the window as the others madly ran about looking for Paul in other places of the house. They didn’t know all the things she knew. They couldn’t feel it deep in their guts and loins. How could they? There was no connection there. Not like her and Paul had. Again, she questioned Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 