Haunted Light
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Laramie, Italy

Blue house, yellow sky, black tree Stone walls, unruly brush, goldenrods The sun is round and colored a deep orange Like in a crayon picture The house has a red door and a red tiled roof I think I am in Italy Or I suppose it could be anywhere And everywhere Like my own personal… Continue reading
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Soul House

There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves, turned sour and clotted in the mud. The road was lined with black trees, leaning in, almost like an arch, and at the end of the road rose up a white house – old, a… Continue reading
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Sanka in Space

Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big yard of summer green, the glass orb on its pedestal surrounded by flowers and a garden of carrots and cabbage and long green beans … the rabbit war machines with glossy eyes looking upward at… Continue reading
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The Big Dip

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… Continue reading
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The Translucent Wander Pain

Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a different time In a faraway place Found out all about the only unforgivable thing she did again Had to fly away from the bad news Park my ride and drink away the hard bruise And… Continue reading
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Yellow Star

This heart beating down to surrender The world taking me apart Piece by piece by piece Turning’ my head around And laughing down my neck Now this birth, it hurts Now this birth, it hurts The jets with all the people Flying high above His sky feeling so empty His sky feeling so alone Laughing’… Continue reading
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The Escape

In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow to snap, photo frames turned down on a table, a guilt like fire, someone stomping in the hallway, Jakob Moo with a knife tip pressed against his throat, a desperate temptation in a flow to… Continue reading



