Aaron Echoes August
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Good Morning, Guacamole
I hate cabbage but I like sauerkraut I hate tomatoes but I like pasta sauce I hate onions but I don’t mind crispy onion strings on my Western Burger from a local burger joint with a name I suddenly cannot recall I hate chunky guacamole, but yeah, I just hate guacamole Even guacamole from Guadalajara… Continue reading
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Victrola Stitches
A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No… Continue reading
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Breakfast in Bergen
And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed And the panic sets in Dry mouth, racing heart Worry climbs a mountain I just want to live free of all the shit What is this world and where exactly is it? I know it… Continue reading
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Glass of Atlas
Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in the dusk-lined room One lonely bed, one lonely chair, one lonely window Views of the widows on the walk Black dresses and veils Black roses, black nails Thinking about the dark side of the moon… Continue reading
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Evaporation
Time evaporates like water in Death Valley Saturday sweaters feel good in cold winter houses A man looks out the large picture window in the living room The streets are still save for one lone kid tramping through the snow He looks up to the sky, stretches his arms out And begins to fly Continue reading
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Autumn Moon
A Tennessee moon dangled in the sky at dusk-plus tonight, casting glows across the heavens and Earth. Continue reading
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The Crazed Pilgrim
Sun on crinkled golden leaves The grass is lemon-yellow The sky is pure blue I can’t believe it is November October hid and dashed away Thanksgiving will soon make its way to the table And the pilgrims will carve up turkeys with axes And one of them might get a little crazy Someone spiked his… Continue reading
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The Winter King
Embers remember the coach light And there, a pale December sun Beckons the black birds to rise To carry a crown to the new winter king A pin drop calls his name The lands are that quiet The restless spirits that roam the hills and valleys Take cautious steps from the other side Wishing wells… Continue reading
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The Trick
It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces the air, and she goes to move it away. She sighs, readies her tea cup, and pours in the hot water. As it steeps on a cold Halloween morning, she moves the window curtain aside… Continue reading
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Cockle Squash
It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the inky-bruised canopy Store windows glow yellow, the brick of the small buildings are the color of slightly burnt toast People shuffle along the walks frosted with fresh snow They peek into the shop portals and… Continue reading
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