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The Green Brick Road
Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the stage is green. The audience whispers of ghost sightings and Christmas cookies on a white plate with a red and green design. A glass of milk gently shakes; a ripple forms across the top of… — read more
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God is High
A gay rain pitters upon the earth As bombs play death on the other side of the world These new wars poppin’ fresh like muffins Madmen too afraid to face their foes So send the kid from the ghetto To fight your frivolous fights Unleash the money missiles To ring the gongs of death Billions… — read more
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Life Bath
If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood and pine trees. Crimson stains the snow. Where am I? What am I doing here? Cold coffee in my cup. I build a shelter and make fire. The computer keyboard keys click and tick. The… — read more
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Amsterdam Man
Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train station has a blue hue Blue hearts straining, loving, pounding Memories of Mafia at the edge of my mind I look down at the ticket Amsterdam The windmills and flowers woosh by As the train… — read more
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Depressed Machines (Part One)
The taste of internal bleeding is that of metal, iron precisely. He feels it running down his insides, a reminder of mere flesh and blood. A crowd is gathered outside the tent to witness a miracle. Billy Halls is going to ascend to Heaven just like Jesus Christ. He’s been depressed lately and didn’t care… — read more
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Unexplainable Surges
A snip I have noticed unexplainable surges in my stats, and it just doesn’t make sense. For example (as pictured), beginning Jan 31, I have 30, 23, 38, 28, and 21 views. Typical for my site. But then on Feb. 5 views jump to 497 and then today I’m already at 183. How does this… — read more
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The Astronaut
The rainbow in the sky has anxiety as the planets cry and the moon tips over. His spacesuit is uncomfortable, he thinks, as he floats outside the ship trying to make a repair to a component he doesn’t even understand. He turns his head toward a beautiful blue planet, not Earth, and wonders what it… — read more
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