500 or Less
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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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White Russian
When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud and evil I sit upon the throne of mundane jewels And wonder what the cable car smells like On the edge of an ice cliff I stand Look out over white Russia while drinking a… Continue reading
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Daikon Peepshow
A long, stiff radish sits in the bin White in color Mild flavor No one knows what it is Passersby wonder A woman wants it in her mouth A psycho wonders if it can be sharpened into a weapon To help him escape the prison that is his life He strolls into the restroom of… Continue reading
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Lemons
Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down Time drawing near To get up and go into the world That void of unknown That drama, comedy, tragedy Voices battle Chaos buzzing Talk, talk, talk And say nothing Someone complains about lemons While the… Continue reading
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Weird 13
Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep Earth is a bed Towels are folded on shelves A long, lonely highway leads to beautiful isolation And good lonely, needed lonely Apricot orchards wear mind caps Black and white bat machines keep order with… Continue reading
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Red Toast
Red toast and tequila in a dust storm on the far reaches of some blown out city in the desolate west. Liplock, Tejas. The land of dirt and death. Treeless scrapes and scars. Pitchforks, boredom. Hot houses and hay fires. HP butterheads play Roman soldiers. The sun is relentless. The decay is precious and accepted.… Continue reading
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And the World Looks Away
Vibrato shattered shells Mortal coils unwound The dirty veil of the Earth Chokes on its own existence They are coming from the stars The ancestors of faith To bludgeon the black souls of the inept And the people take pills In hopes of some relief From the wrong way they live The inside-out dimension Where… Continue reading
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The Oblong Warlock
Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird hung neatly in the window and looking out onto the pleasant yard. Gas jaw dryer waits alone in the basement. Grandma’s caw caw like a crow beckoning me back inside. But I don’t want to… Continue reading
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The Latvian Eye Clock
I stare at a blank mind. The paint has run dry. I have no color in which to recite the words of a Latvian king. The clock is a dot, numbers all nonsense like anti-gravity wine in a spaceship. I feel as if I need to bang my head against an ancient Peruvian wall to… Continue reading
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