Aaron Echoes August
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The Land of the Lost
Cacophonic dreams Places never seen In the mind ride of Neptune Orange rinds scattered about the surface Domed palaces Deep forests Stone ruins A green sky Sixteen moons to gaze upon No masses of humans to distort the days and nights The sounds around are prehistoric It truly is, the Land of the Lost And… Continue reading
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Gnomes of Rebuttal
Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river flows outside my door But always stays in the same place Listen to it now Move over rocks Fall and swirl Pushing the trees aside As if they were theatre curtains Carving a new way… Continue reading
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On a night at 11:37
The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our derailed dreams Main streets motionless Emotionless Box after box Horrid holes Dusty windows filtering light Threadbare yellow pins Hopeless muscles move against wishes A painter fills a cup A writer runs a till These senseless… Continue reading
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The Alien
I was standing in the grocery store looking at bread. My mind was kind of numb. I was thinking about a dream I had the night before where I placed an unwrapped Baby Ruth candy bar on the floor of a stall in a public bathroom and just left it there. Then I started laughing… Continue reading
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Mandarin and Bergamot
Sunlight splashes through the windows The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda Throw shadows across the white tablecloth The ice cubes float there like glaciers Flares of white and ocean blue We’re having lunch on the 11th floor in Oslo Fancy menu, fancy place Quiet, not many other people there Some soft talking… Continue reading
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Alligator Martinis
The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it. Just Cucumber. It was just me and my raincoat. The place was loud, and I worked my way through the nightlife haze until I found a small table. I looked around and realized that everyone… Continue reading
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I Have Her
The stars smell like Play-Doh tonight. It must be the encroaching rain or swarm of plastic angels bearing false prophets. She is my Manitou blue-eyed peace prophet. One of the best feelings I ever had in my guts, there at the postcard spinner in some kitsch moccasin shoppe with the rubber Native American drums and… Continue reading
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The Somewhere Machine
I carved a portal into the wall One that would suck me through and kill my due An orchestrated taffy pull Rainbow colored with extra pink I’ve always wanted to dine in space I just feel this angst of escape these days I can’t fathom the torment of what will be With an orange hellish… Continue reading
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Light To The Gray
Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the shapes Somehow something about my mother again And her crucifixion for an innocent life Cold coffee on the desk Cold air through the window Cold skin Cold bones Wife sleeping in the background We churn… Continue reading
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Soul House
There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves, turned sour and clotted in the mud. The road was lined with black trees, leaning in, almost like an arch, and at the end of the road rose up a white house – old, a… Continue reading
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