Deep in the Dark
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Space Curtain
I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the parted space curtains The night was unusually bright Even though the moon barely hung on its peg I lied awake with a thundering heart hard to calm Nerves crawling up my spine Hammering my mind… Continue reading
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The Tepid Hemorrhage
I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I see is black,the rubber room menacerotating on some wobbly wheeland my gifts have all been opened by other peopleand I sit and watch in a pile of gold paperremembering the uncle who shot himselfthe cousin… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (American Soil)
I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Dragon)
It was as if I was somehow always on the precipice between darkness and light and could just not get my leg over that highest rail. Continue reading
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Red Star, Blue Plate
Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke. Continue reading
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Mindless
Jesus passed her a joint as they sat on a bench in a golden-green park like Oz far up in Heaven Continue reading
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Applesauce Cat
It’s the countdown to broken neck as end of summer lawns hiss as the sprinklers spit at the grass like riots, I am hungry and in pain deep down in the belly welly of life on bourbon street sans street, the plastic puppets of a childhood tossed in a bin scream redemption 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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Beyond a Shadow of a Lemon
It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums making their way In cascading light and atrophy Train whistle kid runs I bus tables at some Italian joint Dirty head ware Lomticks of lowly paycheck curse the bank Stirring spaghetti sauce with hair drenched… Continue reading
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Nihilistic Karma
I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Continue reading
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