Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Bong Clerk
I felt a Rikki Tikki Tavi ghost ship cut through my spleen as I walked across the lot and into the shoppe. The place smelled of incense and painted wood and old linoleum and lingering clouds of grass.View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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Walking to the Moon
Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more
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Elvis in Atlantis
I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis from the window of my pink wooden houseView post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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Sun burns world
Halfway through the memories on haunted hill, halfway through the turnstiles stuck in glue, sun burns red, sun burns blue, a wind sick hotel in desert hueView post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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The Escape Artist
Memories are deposited, the pains and joys withdrawn – it’s like black-and-white Poland to me, wandering in rags, sleeping in parks, losing muscle just to hustle. Read more
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Unintentional Evil
I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the windows, and no one knows I’m still alive inside. There is no fortune to be had behind these LA eyes of sparkling white and bright. And I saw a window cleaner on a skyscraper fallView… Read more
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The Alone Test
I was alone to the bone On an afternoon in Rome The ballistic tests all positive Spears sharpened to a bird-beak point The traffic keeps rolling in honking circles ‘Round a statue of some Italian holy hobo There are flaming balls on catapults And smoky talk in the underground lounge The voices rise into the Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 