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The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of… Read more.

Like July

To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook… Read more.

Etching dreams now I make my own wounds In the bar until dawn Strangers abound Scattered among the tables Pool… Read more.

A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of… Read more.

There’s a wasp in my coffee And I’m as agitated as a washing machine This ridiculous world around me The… Read more.

Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.

House star fiddling soap emperor cascades down mountain flora searching for a pink heart with someone in it. There’s a… Read more.

I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands… Read more.

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield.… Read more.

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.

And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one… Read more.