Category: 500 or Less
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The City Dream
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 through And I saw the Read more
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This Warm Noc
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I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped A human cigarette butt Burned up Tossed away I feel like a blank page No words to scratch Just crooked lines to scribble Blood-spent quill Scratching emptiness Yet a rage inside To be comatose In Read more
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Snakes and Stripes
I had a dream that I got bitten by a snake Down in the Chicago rail system That shining silver cacophony of teeth and steel The people and the lights The sounds and the smells of uncivilized civilization Life hustling there Love bustling somewhere high up Fast, out of control We’re out of control Us Read more
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Voided Orange Old Goat
Out in the Southwest I was Terracotta patio four stories high Two black metal chairs Black metal table Void of an ashtray Void of an ice-cold drink colored lime green Void of a second person Void of a robot companion There’s a view upon the valley of red rock thorns Thick towers of sandstone polished Read more
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Gnomes of Rebuttal
Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river flows outside my door But always stays in the same place Listen to it now Move over rocks Fall and swirl Pushing the trees aside As if they were theatre curtains Carving a new way Read more
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On a night at 11:37
The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our derailed dreams Main streets motionless Emotionless Box after box Horrid holes Dusty windows filtering light Threadbare yellow pins Hopeless muscles move against wishes A painter fills a cup A writer runs a till These senseless Read more
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The Somewhere Machine
I carved a portal into the wall One that would suck me through and kill my due An orchestrated taffy pull Rainbow colored with extra pink I’ve always wanted to dine in space I just feel this angst of escape these days I can’t fathom the torment of what will be With an orange hellish Read more
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Vagrant In Hell
The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the point of a walking stick into the ground and take a breath or two. Eyes gazing outward and around. The forest is wet and orange. The trunks of the trees a slick black and gray. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 