Category: Ethereal
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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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An Amorikan Prayer
In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in the air And the cackles of the unloving haunt lonely hotel halls and rooms Where the color of the walls is warm wounded gauze and infection And the static of poor reception beckons the blessing Read more
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The Yellow War
She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately. I suppose you could say it’s my favorite color now. It was green for a long time due to my inebriation for nature. Then it was blue because I like lakes and water and the Read more
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Tangier Roads
In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn to ebony nightswith a big hole filled with a creamy, clouded moondeep-seeded memories skirmish in my headanother day, another dry heave to the windthe pots are rolling with the boilingsteam rising up to paint the Read more
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Rosaria Radiation
And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the sieve where all the heart pulp runs through and through straining the anguish with a lightning-tied spoon 4-leaf clovers come raining from the sky and he drives his Mercedes into a crowd of 12 oblivious Read more
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The Big Dip
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A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile kiss and all the sauce from the other side of the universe creamed the Earth like a big, sexual surprise and Matadors on heroin and hot sauce slowly sliced open the beef casket and it Read more
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Midnight in March
I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack, tack, tack’ sound against the sidewalk beneath the bourbon leaves of an autumn day as I look out my open window encased in old world brown brick with crumbling mortar. I’ve been trying to rid Read more
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This Obtrusive Dimension
An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust A sepia depression dawn shimmer of light The people of the world are shapeless and seemingly gone Lost within the confines of selfishly habitual minds The curvature of humanity has snapped like a summer-weathered animal Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 