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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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Breakfast in Bergen
And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed And the panic sets in Dry mouth, racing heart Worry climbs a mountain I just want to live free of all the shit What is this world and where exactly is it? I know it… Continue reading
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Glass of Atlas
Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in the dusk-lined room One lonely bed, one lonely chair, one lonely window Views of the widows on the walk Black dresses and veils Black roses, black nails Thinking about the dark side of the moon… Continue reading
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Evaporation
Time evaporates like water in Death Valley Saturday sweaters feel good in cold winter houses A man looks out the large picture window in the living room The streets are still save for one lone kid tramping through the snow He looks up to the sky, stretches his arms out And begins to fly Continue reading
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The Oblong Warlock
Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird hung neatly in the window and looking out onto the pleasant yard. Gas jaw dryer waits alone in the basement. Grandma’s caw caw like a crow beckoning me back inside. But I don’t want to… Continue reading
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Broken
Broken window puffs off the path. The dander of anger shaken from the tree limbs of devastating life. What being am I? Where do I exist? The red clam-colored house in the woods. Ancient two-story architecture. Humble seeds scattered upon the portico. Hazy windows with shadows inside. A bandolier of broken trees, broken dreams, broken… Continue reading
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Pink Floors
I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings. To be anything but this comatose soul. To be anything but a sleepy creepy doll in a kaleidoscopic straitjacket of the mind. Now autumn longing. The orange sun ablaze on the ground and in the… Continue reading
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The Iron Throne
The wide maw of sleep deprivation. Tunnel light etching scripts for the nausea people. The magpie man wants to blow his brains out on the high-wire. It scares and deafens the village below. Illusion Lake has no water. On the shores of vast emptiness. Always getting ripped on and lied to. The invalid code of… Continue reading
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The Scattering
Anything that takes effort I back away from. Everything is overwhelming. Breathing is overwhelming. These persistent thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t talk. I’m like an inanimate object, a cubicle clown at an abandoned arcade from the 80s. The wind rolls through the electric canals, trash strewn on the currents, dust from the desert mountains, memories… Continue reading
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Orifice Clouds
The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of the sky Stars and ravens up so high I see sleep And the structures of man Dust hobbits and wolverine people Traverse the Earth I am walking Northbog Ridiculous perimeters Sea urchins and starfish Stop… Continue reading
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