Category: Poetry
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I wake up in deep shock My muscles are all bound up There’s a man in a window of the… Read more.
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The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of… Read more.
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To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook… Read more.
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Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors… Read more.
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With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.
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I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.
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Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.
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A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A… Read more.
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The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book… Read more.
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Black myth hymns Rattle the rafters The gong of peace turns to war Jelly cobras hiss and spit As the… Read more.
