Personal Essay
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The Dice of Life
Harry Potter glasses stare back at me. The undefined womb in my dreams has me catapulting thoughts and ideas. Why does my head feel empty when I need it most. It’s those new pills. I think they are draining my soul. I ache to create but the words don’t come easily. There’s a blockage, there’s… Continue reading
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Glass of Atlas
Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in the dusk-lined room One lonely bed, one lonely chair, one lonely window Views of the widows on the walk Black dresses and veils Black roses, black nails Thinking about the dark side of the moon… Continue reading
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The Latvian Eye Clock
I stare at a blank mind. The paint has run dry. I have no color in which to recite the words of a Latvian king. The clock is a dot, numbers all nonsense like anti-gravity wine in a spaceship. I feel as if I need to bang my head against an ancient Peruvian wall to… Continue reading
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Head Injury and Hot Dogs
A young girl fell out of a grocery cart in the meat department today. I was right there, looking at chicken when it happened. The rubbery thudding smack her head made against the polished floor was highly audible and excruciating. It rattled my guts. She immediately began to cry, and her mother went to her… Continue reading
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Sudan, Texas
A no hope sky scar laughs lenticular, a vision stretched, a moment cascading down a mountain of gods. I suffer in the stomach, pangs of worry and dreams of the Greek island Crete. How I will ever get there? Never. My existence is limited because of shitty money. But I will go there on my… Continue reading
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The Scattering
Anything that takes effort I back away from. Everything is overwhelming. Breathing is overwhelming. These persistent thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t talk. I’m like an inanimate object, a cubicle clown at an abandoned arcade from the 80s. The wind rolls through the electric canals, trash strewn on the currents, dust from the desert mountains, memories… Continue reading
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Ladder Salad
A rusted, copper heart Salad gathered on the rung of a ladder Still feeling… I just don’t know how to explain it Disinterested in most things Impatient and irritable to a degree But not shaking Quick to anger at the mountain of gods Remembering Raton and the Robin Hood Motel Winter bliss at the border… Continue reading
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Pharmacy Phrustration
Author’s Note: I have an ongoing personal battle with my local Walgreens store, and it’s recently boiled over into a volcano of emotions and so I have penned a letter to spill the lava within me and help release some of my feelings and this is what I present here: From: Valued Customer #399745RG43 Dear… Continue reading
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The Lake Blue Animating Principle
this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is down by the old Navy ship resting in its watery grave and the sky and the rain is so damn gray and sad as I hoist canvas bag over shoulder like some old-time dirty clothes… Continue reading
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Central Park Heart
There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight. It beat a bit but was slowing. I was sitting on the park bench watching. Nobody cared. The idiots were oblivious. I was alone as usual, trying to get some fresh air and think about… Continue reading
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