Category: Creative Writing
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City of Machines
I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The background is sun and discomfort. A broken man sits on a bench holding a sign that reads: Why can’t I ever win? I walk through the city of stacks. No voices, only machines. They’re building Read more
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Pink Floors
I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings. To be anything but this comatose soul. To be anything but a sleepy creepy doll in a kaleidoscopic straitjacket of the mind. Now autumn longing. The orange sun ablaze on the ground and in the Read more
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Sudan, Texas
A no hope sky scar laughs lenticular, a vision stretched, a moment cascading down a mountain of gods. I suffer in the stomach, pangs of worry and dreams of the Greek island Crete. How I will ever get there? Never. My existence is limited because of shitty money. But I will go there on my Read more
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Inverted Heart
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It was an empty night by the desk and the heart inverted for the purposes of other people. Chocolate hearts drawn in chocolate chalk melt out there on the stampeding sidewalks. Too tired. Too tired from trying to leap beyond the barriers of all that is right and good. I’ll never make it, in the Read more
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Sun Bones
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A red sunset is hanging in the sky A warm blotter of heat love Hanging on a hook in space, my thunder Talking to me about motion, heartbeats, time moving Like machines under the earth Your heartbeat tastes like chocolate Melting down my red bones and blue sky Love is but a moment Beneath those Read more
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Time Machine Lime
I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly poly on the happening quartz counterlike a space wanderer in a cradlebedding down for the log nightdreaming broken glass kaleidoscopic tightto the missions of a windmill baby lost in my armsI heard the howl of Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 