Ethereal
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Fine Meats
A cool, wet street The sound of tires splashing through the rain One lone car up the road, toward the hill, and the gray church that stands there at the top like some great Lord of life, overlooking the world Neon glowing, gold and red, reflecting A butcher shop on the sidewalk Fine Meats it… Continue reading
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Last Light
I miss winter’s dusk How the last of the cold lemon sun Lays down its rays like a blanket upon the barren crop field The lights are already on In the few scattered houses of stone and dark rooftops Inviting and warm Wood smoke swirls out from the chimneys The barren trees stand like crooked… Continue reading
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Jigsaws of Blood
It’s tick-tock o’clock In the morning of sun and blue sky Fingers in quicksand Mind in a bog Body in a fog While the truth hands of the insane Are tacked to social crucifixes Mangled bone and muscle Like bombs on schools A candy stain burns away Catastrophe brains steal the day Black wasps dangle… Continue reading
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The Alcohol Dream Ghost
I was getting hazily crazily drunk in a dream A Sunday afternoon nap was the proper portal Someone was on my butt about it, trying to stop me The being was some kind of a woman One who cared, one who loved perhaps One who followed, one who nagged even so But then I absorbed… Continue reading
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Amsterdam Man
Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train station has a blue hue Blue hearts straining, loving, pounding Memories of Mafia at the edge of my mind I look down at the ticket Amsterdam The windmills and flowers woosh by As the train… Continue reading
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Acid Gnomes
A lemon-yellow sun god sits on a rock on a moon of Saturn. Legs crossed, eyes closed. He manifests the destruction of Earth, the riot planet, the asylum zoo and fever razor swallow ship. All the depressed machines, better known as human beings, swallow pills and cry and wallow in a dark blue sky. Peppercorn… Continue reading
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Victrola Stitches
A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No… Continue reading
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The Moon Orb
I went outside the other night to capture a photo of a very big moon and subsequently discovered this bluish orb with a small, white figure inside. Trick of light? Perhaps. I like to think it’s evidence of another dimension that thrives all around us. Continue reading
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Ashen Dump Cake
I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it was supposed to be lemon It reminded me of a church cavern One with green carpeting and porcelain statues of bleeding saints and such And there was that tall priest who enjoyed drinking cola and… Continue reading
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Industrial Forest
Blankets of rain seed the important information of the day. Massive zeros invade my mind. A machined white cloud dangles in a black sky. Wagon tracks through a green field stretch to the horizon. No wagon in sight. A gray weathered house cradles tortured dreams inside the bell of a tortured mind. Tortured by the… Continue reading
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