Category: Culture
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Haircut Day
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 gear. I saw tear gas Read more
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Acid Throat
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 Like the nervous acid traveling Read more
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Jalapeno French Toast
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 was a great change about, Read more
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The Inappropriate Architect (1)
The chimes of Saturn clinked like metal jewels tumbling in an out-of-control spaceship like clothes in a dryer. Alternative lemons hung heavily from a tree wet with morning California dew. He sat on a wooden bench in his garden. The roar of traffic on the wide interstate rose from beyond the grove and the walls. Read more
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Ding Dong Dumb
I sit down at the table and sip my morning coffee. The house is still as space, except for that ever-present hum of the refrigerator and the wandering movements of the dust through sunlight. I’m thinking about rapid-cycling madness this morning and how it has transformed my life. It’s nothing serious, mind you, it comes Read more
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Mass Hole of Burden
On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee shop smells How a hospital smells How one of those old-time Kmart stores smells The popcorn and the floor wax Cheap clothes and plastic Saddened people There’s some metallic kiddie ride outside of the store 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
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Sector Cereal 12
There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and candy pink. A shade of warmth in her sleeping body beside me. She’s beautiful. Sonic Ocean Water blue eyes in a meadow of golden sand. And now there’s an empty blue bowl that just a Read more
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Oaf Doomsday
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We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the tremors, the heart rushes, the worry, the candy fevers. The daily death of dreams. Cracked crystal balls leaking hopeless futures. The bombs, the broken babies, the bazooka douchebags and their flags and Freedom Fries. An Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 