Category: Poetry and Prose
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I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge
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The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and icy chalices clinking with the rhythm of this night beat
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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…
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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…
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The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray
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I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called Plains on Texas
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The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with…
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+ Albuquerque, Cocoa Puffs, French Fries, Gallup, Indian School Road, Milky Way, Nob Hill, Pharmacy, Sandia Mountains+
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Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 