Creative Writing
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RAMSHAMBLED AMMUNITION
And love is but a trickle in this RAMSHAMBLED river of love, the armies of men keep marching upon the bones of memories under the grass, shot out of cannons, cloud seed ashes billowing and giving the puff of life when all falls down the stairs and justice can’t see straight, and idiot babies cower… Continue reading
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A Cemetery Scrawl, Like Litter in the Wind
Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghetto, arms stuck out lean and mean, cold soles slapping the greasy street Continue reading
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The Anatomical Tragedy of a Rubber Witch
This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking out at the sea, the chilled air billowing forth from my mouth, the oddities of life spilling from an aluminum pail at my side Continue reading
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Celsius 150
The pit burns, hurts, the thinking of no reason, no need, no purpose, no peace, no rest, never rest, just a raw nerve constantly exposed to the other infatuation, the memory lust crawled upon far back in the head, the knowing, the pink deception, being merely a mule set to drop in a sweltering field… Continue reading
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Comic Stripped (P.2)
“Look, I’m a degenerate cokehead with a penchant for Swedish meatballs and sometimes I can be just plain mean. My appypolly loggies, but this is pretty damn weird for me too.” Continue reading
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Mutual poet rant upon a muzzled moon
The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from the colored spine like lemon juice or the salty water from a baby’s crushed ice face. The mutual poet and I stayed up all night, for three nights, maybe a week, we couldn’t sleep, but… Continue reading
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A Reversal of Reverence
When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are living as damned souls rather than breathing beating flesh Continue reading
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Radio-free Lamp Ray
I come from a place not known a high hill tucked far away behind the sugar plants and the factories belching out babies in bleached Red Radio Flyers Continue reading
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BumBuna O’Brien and the Evolution Oven (End)
Pierre was somewhat offended. He got up to pour himself a cup of the coffee. “You’re welcome to hunt yourself a fish or a squirrel if you want. Otherwise, it’s liverwurst. I’m sorry, but I have limited options. It’s a peaceful life, but not always easy and convenient. Continue reading
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Wallflowers of Chemistry
You invented lovelike dragons spit firethe longing when you are gone,is an immediate reactionI’m drawn to your eyesI’m drawn to the night the full vibrato of darknessthe stars splashed so randomly across the universewe can touch them if we try Candles melt away so quickly herethis otherworld, this neverwhereWe are a collision of chemistrywrapped in… Continue reading
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