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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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Spaceship Gravy
The sky was black most of the day because the sun went and hid behind the world. It was something like Winter Solstice and the world was tipping over like a bucket of paint, a deep red spilling making a big wet mess on the universe. Our lives are universal, and we need to find… Continue reading
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The Anatomical Tragedy of a Rubber Witch
This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking out at the sea, the chilled air billowing forth from my mouth, the oddities of life spilling from an aluminum pail at my side 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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Mutual poet rant upon a muzzled moon
The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from the colored spine like lemon juice or the salty water from a baby’s crushed ice face. The mutual poet and I stayed up all night, for three nights, maybe a week, we couldn’t sleep, but… Continue reading
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A Reversal of Reverence
When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are living as damned souls rather than breathing beating flesh Continue reading
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The Linguini Ballroom
The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space Continue reading
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Cologne of the Ghost
I sat in the broken window and looked out onto the burnt grass and the weeds; the sun was gone, the moon was gone, the stars were all gone; a blank, hollow shell of a world and this scratchy ticking in the background behind me and so I strolled across the creaking floorboards and met… Continue reading
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I Long to Live the Log Cabin Syrup Life
With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense of peace. I guess I always have. I would consider it one of my favorite food packaging labels of all time. “What a lunatic,” someone might say. “Who could possibly find comfort in a bottle… Continue reading
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Bong Clerk
I felt a Rikki Tikki Tavi ghost ship cut through my spleen as I walked across the lot and into the shoppe. The place smelled of incense and painted wood and old linoleum and lingering clouds of grass. Continue reading
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