Imagined and Real
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Free Falling in a Mall
You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super fresh So write like magic despite the tetherships of the world I ache to conjure up all the words I need for literary architecture Why doesn’t my mind simply bleed? It’s a spring dream these… Continue reading
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The Caspian Tea House
I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture and made of orange wood and white curtains. I went to a large window facing the slow, curved road and looked out. The water was the deepest green blue, like the woman’s glasses at the… Continue reading
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Medicated
I feel like loose wires blasting Electric impulses heavenward My skin is shaky I want to run, but I can’t move I start to do something Then I stop My thoughts fall flat My attention span spans a second My nerves are cut open, exposed Noise sends me stratospheric Aggravated by everything I don’t have… Continue reading
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The Cigarette Lady
What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed about all whimsical and deceitful. It moves like purple gravy in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. I think I may have forgotten how to write in cursive. No one uses it anymore. Everything is… Continue reading
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Alligator Martinis
The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it. Just Cucumber. It was just me and my raincoat. The place was loud, and I worked my way through the nightlife haze until I found a small table. I looked around and realized that everyone… Continue reading
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The Restless Cottage
I step through the portal of time. I am absorbed by a periwinkle haze. The flowers pull me through. Wooden shoes fly in the air like spaceships. Dutch aliens probe the dusk and dawn. Continue reading
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Morlockowoc
There stands a window of gray, impenetrable. Clocks sway like soldiers’ hooves. The popping of the bombs as they hit the ground wails on and on outside. A flagship mothership spins like a top in the sky. Beams of fire rain down. The extraterrestrials have finally decided enough was enough. Earth had to be eliminated.… Continue reading
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Passages
Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco and the bow rips and the cow tips and the fringes of a mad mind unfold like warped bric-a-brac on a magic store shelf in Sicily comatose gold rope lassoed by Cowboy Bill and his… Continue reading
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The Infinity of Gilligan, Godzilla, and Gruyere
Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet. Continue reading
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Tecumah (2.)
“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking up at the wall and admiring this painting while we got baked to oblivion. Those sure were some good times.” Continue reading
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