Category: Darkness
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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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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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Soul House
There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves, turned sour and clotted in the mud. The road was lined with black trees, leaning in, almost like an arch, and at the end of the road rose up a white house – old, a 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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Bread Storm
There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s shotgun And carry it around Read more
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Yellow Star
This heart beating down to surrender The world taking me apart Piece by piece by piece Turning’ my head around And laughing down my neck Now this birth, it hurts Now this birth, it hurts The jets with all the people Flying high above His sky feeling so empty His sky feeling so alone Laughing’ Read more
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Misguided Missiles and Paper Turkeys
Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair of scissors whilst she creates a paper turkey from a paper plate and construction paper the colors of autumn dust. See the missiles rain from the sky, each tattooed with a patriotic emblem stating “Goodbye…… Read more
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The Escape
In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow to snap, photo frames turned down on a table, a guilt like fire, someone stomping in the hallway, Jakob Moo with a knife tip pressed against his throat, a desperate temptation in a flow to Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 