Category: 500 or Less
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The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book They appear between the black slats of the rigid leafless trees I have to stop and hold my stomach The sudden yet momentary ache of true life The path is…
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The mathematics of the cactus are all a conflagration, graduation to a higher pot and seed and someone please, crush the coma bones inside of me. Look, don’t stop, don’t struggle in the web; let it simply fall away from you as you lie still and quiet in your unending…
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I spun the little silver spark wheel of yet another cheap cigarette lighter while looking out the window at laughter. What are you feeling anyways? Doldrums and doll parts. Synergy and the cycloptic hard on. Cordial Campari and warm butterscotch on my acid-tainted tongue. Rubies. Opals. Black eyes and black…
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Black myth hymns Rattle the rafters The gong of peace turns to war Jelly cobras hiss and spit As the bombs fall on the Pacific Man churns toil over oil And I need to crawl out of my skin today Like I have the greyscale And I’ll turn into a…
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I went to get a haircut today but instead I got cut by the jabberwocky of life. I never even got to the place because of a traffic jam and chaos. There was some idiot bigot parade going on and things got out of hand. I saw police in riot…
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She is beautiful on a space sofa The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail A tale of breathlessness A tale of wind in the face on a warm summer day Vanishing, all Planet Marzipan Jennifer Godzilla My apartment in Santa Monica I learned to play the harmonica And the…
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Wind and rain Pain of insane Windmills clucking The flat, green Netherlands Catastrophic rainbows Exploding on the edge of time Acid traveling up my body A morning jolt of burn Dropping from a dream And startled into reality Light through the curtains Thunder pounding the walls The rain has subsided…
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I was in some village in Georgia The buildings were of white brick with black trim The luscious homes of the neighborhood so enviable People were casually milling about Momentarily enjoying their lives Talking, laughing, smiling Swinging shopping bags with materialistic glee But then the people were frantically scattering There…
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+ Baseball bat, Breakfast restaurant, Cell phones, French toast, Georgia, Jalapenos, Shopping, Tragedy+
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Blue house, yellow sky, black tree Stone walls, unruly brush, goldenrods The sun is round and colored a deep orange Like in a crayon picture The house has a red door and a red tiled roof I think I am in Italy Or I suppose it could be anywhere And…
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I was in Los Angeles again I could tell by the sky That dome-like bubble The smog Making the world feel smaller than it really was And the smell The ocean swirled with pollution I was walking Trapped within the arteries That flow and glow 4,700 square miles to pulse…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 