Poetry
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On a night at 11:37
The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our derailed dreams Main streets motionless Emotionless Box after box Horrid holes Dusty windows filtering light Threadbare yellow pins Hopeless muscles move against wishes A painter fills a cup A writer runs a till These senseless… Continue reading
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Mandarin and Bergamot
Sunlight splashes through the windows The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda Throw shadows across the white tablecloth The ice cubes float there like glaciers Flares of white and ocean blue We’re having lunch on the 11th floor in Oslo Fancy menu, fancy place Quiet, not many other people there Some soft talking… Continue reading
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I Have Her
The stars smell like Play-Doh tonight. It must be the encroaching rain or swarm of plastic angels bearing false prophets. She is my Manitou blue-eyed peace prophet. One of the best feelings I ever had in my guts, there at the postcard spinner in some kitsch moccasin shoppe with the rubber Native American drums and… Continue reading
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Rathskeller
At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes rushing into my head thoughts running wild the worries of the womb the rebel, the raven, the rathskeller the rock star of love But I must confess, star people and surely, I am not alone… Continue reading
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Coffee Shop Rain
The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank of cups, the murmur of voices Beads of water against the glass The gentle jangle of a door opening The smell of the brewing and wool coats The unfurling of a newspaper, a power button… Continue reading
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Tangier Roads
In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn to ebony nightswith a big hole filled with a creamy, clouded moondeep-seeded memories skirmish in my headanother day, another dry heave to the windthe pots are rolling with the boilingsteam rising up to paint the… Continue reading
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The Last Love
I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through the storms loves me through everything no matter my faults, my scars she’s my last love the only one ever meant to be beautiful beyond beautiful and I hold her in my heart every single… Continue reading
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Rosaria Radiation
And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the sieve where all the heart pulp runs through and through straining the anguish with a lightning-tied spoon 4-leaf clovers come raining from the sky and he drives his Mercedes into a crowd of 12 oblivious… Continue reading
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Bread Storm
There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s shotgun And carry it around… Continue reading
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Space Curtain
I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the parted space curtains The night was unusually bright Even though the moon barely hung on its peg I lied awake with a thundering heart hard to calm Nerves crawling up my spine Hammering my mind… Continue reading
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