Category: Haunted Light
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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 Read more
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Carnival Visions for the Unforgiven
His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter blissand so,he took a taxi to the world’s greatest fair,and as the visions of this townbounced before his wet eyesthe wicked witch kissof life’s black doorswung open and hit him with cold fleshand he decidedView… Read more
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Italian Mexican Food
After 37 beers and a carton of Strikes, down there below those swirling, curling lights of the Piccadilly-like carnival on the inlaid pier, I gotten a sudden hankering for a bit of the ol’ south of the border chow — but there I was stuck in a sea of neon beach shops and surfer boutiques Read more
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Unintentional Evil
I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the windows, and no one knows I’m still alive inside. There is no fortune to be had behind these LA eyes of sparkling white and bright. And I saw a window cleaner on a skyscraper fallView… Read more
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Giant in Skin
There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky flow like Styx There’s that smooth dome of light pollution Pulsing like an orange Creamsicle Never sleeping, always dripping Like childhood summer sun And all above it, that starless sky Humming in rhythm, And a Read more
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Plane Ride to Memory Planet
Why is it now 10 million memories later That you appear When I feel my hand empty In a moment of all alone In a moment of going to shore What is this history haunting You restless in my sheets Of dreams On the aeroplane I go To another city, another Rome They take pictures Read more
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The Lonely Arcade
Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 