Category: Other Places
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Victrola Stitches
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A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No Read more
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Ashen Dump Cake
I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it was supposed to be lemon It reminded me of a church cavern One with green carpeting and porcelain statues of bleeding saints and such And there was that tall priest who enjoyed drinking cola and Read more
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Ghouls
Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the test tube With windows and lights and broken dreams and cataclysmic days Green and amber are the aching colors of another dark noc (night) Round heavens bloodied with tar Heroin tracks are stars Red forests Read more
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Industrial Forest
Blankets of rain seed the important information of the day. Massive zeros invade my mind. A machined white cloud dangles in a black sky. Wagon tracks through a green field stretch to the horizon. No wagon in sight. A gray weathered house cradles tortured dreams inside the bell of a tortured mind. Tortured by the Read more
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Broken
Broken window puffs off the path. The dander of anger shaken from the tree limbs of devastating life. What being am I? Where do I exist? The red clam-colored house in the woods. Ancient two-story architecture. Humble seeds scattered upon the portico. Hazy windows with shadows inside. A bandolier of broken trees, broken dreams, broken Read more
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Pink Floors
I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings. To be anything but this comatose soul. To be anything but a sleepy creepy doll in a kaleidoscopic straitjacket of the mind. Now autumn longing. The orange sun ablaze on the ground and in the Read more
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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 Read more
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 