Category: Poetry
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A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile… Read more.
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Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a… Read more.
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The aeroplanes are carving slits through the night sky Blinking jewels of genitalia roar toward somewhere else I look up… Read more.
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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… Read more.
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The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are… Read more.
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An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust… Read more.
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There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet… Read more.
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Staring at a blank world An absurd word Telepathy and oranges A blue envelope sits on the desk Scratchings of… Read more.
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Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Read more.
