Category: 500 or Less
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Champagne Darkness
I want to wake up to a fire Out there, in those champagne skies Where my impending death Is but a sketch, an outline Circling the globe all stratospheric Love trailing behind Like a wet, creamy comet They don’t want to touch anymore So I climb the high brick I look out to sea I Read more
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Eve 13
There are faces in the cold Staring back through the snow Heart blood love letters tracing the stars of space I am alive inside beautiful girl But the traffic takes me away The noise, the lights, the mad rushing all fever and pitch If to just hold you in second’s dawn In a moment of Read more
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Dream Leaps
Rows upon rows upon rows Apartment buildings Different colors, shapes, and sizes Dream leaps across the lawns Buttresses like butter In the warm, misty dawn Four bedrooms, wood paneling Room after room of hideous furniture My table in the dust 1800 dollars a month Voices in the hall, in my head I can’t afford this Read more
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Free Falling in a Mall
You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super fresh So write like magic despite the tetherships of the world I ache to conjure up all the words I need for literary architecture Why doesn’t my mind simply bleed? It’s a spring dream these Read more
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Psychedelic Encounters in an Empty Vessel
Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the crows dance and bow and she wipes away the sweat from her frosted brow. She thinks it’s cold outside. Cold in the desert. What does she know? It can get cold in the desert. There’s Read more
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The College of Cannibalism
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A skirmish of desire I fight the voracious appetite of distraction But I eat myself alive Like in architecture school The room, the windows The drawing tables The long walk across campus on a fall day I never fit in Especially when they asked me to disrobe A study in free-hand drawing To loosen the Read more
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The Comatose Scarecrow
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The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They cry for salvation, yet cruise Read more
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 