Hypnotic Ramblings
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Fine Meats
A cool, wet street The sound of tires splashing through the rain One lone car up the road, toward the hill, and the gray church that stands there at the top like some great Lord of life, overlooking the world Neon glowing, gold and red, reflecting A butcher shop on the sidewalk Fine Meats it… Continue reading
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The Portal
I am rich in pain and confusion at times. I glance over at the glossy blue plate where the crumbs from the buttered zucchini bread lie. The sky is sunless and dim. Silence calmly breathes. I wonder what will become of me. In these days of roses and war. The stupidity of it all. I… Continue reading
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Coffee In a Coffin
They even had a Keurig on his crotch At the funeral Where someone thought it would be special To set up a small buffet on the deceased’s body In the coffin A glass bowl of pickled beets with a serving spoon Rested in his dead-blue hands Potato salad balanced on his face A platter of… Continue reading
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Cliff Ass
He goes into his bedroom, crawls into the bed, and takes a nap. There is a dream of a rigid street, a neon and black hotel bar with a large window gazing out onto the world, the lighted stage, all the unreal. He’s the only one there for now. The pumped-in music is instrumental and… Continue reading
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Life Bath
If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood and pine trees. Crimson stains the snow. Where am I? What am I doing here? Cold coffee in my cup. I build a shelter and make fire. The computer keyboard keys click and tick. The… 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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Time Machine Lime
I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly poly on the happening quartz counterlike a space wanderer in a cradlebedding down for the log nightdreaming broken glass kaleidoscopic tightto the missions of a windmill baby lost in my armsI heard the howl of… Continue reading
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Psychedelic Encounters in an Empty Vessel
Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the crows dance and bow and she wipes away the sweat from her frosted brow. She thinks it’s cold outside. Cold in the desert. What does she know? It can get cold in the desert. There’s… Continue reading
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The Comatose Scarecrow
The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They cry for salvation, yet cruise… Continue reading
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Chalkboard Gore
I’ve had dreams about these volcanoes before There, in that claustrophobic closet on the upper floor The one where I would hide from the world Too big of a world, hot world, noisy world A world never fit for me And a me never fit for the world If only anyone could see The things… Continue reading
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