Category: Poetry
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Blockades of the Sun Gods
There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet so distant In a world gone wrong Star maps line the walls Prescription bottles are collected on shelves Outside the sun is blazing Inside the time is draining Me This idle specimen I feel locked Read more
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Staring At a Blank World
Staring at a blank world An absurd word Telepathy and oranges A blue envelope sits on the desk Scratchings of heartbreak within Duties of the monster coil I do not breathe recycled sin Antwerp and Amsterdam Nepal and bolognaise sauce on under ripe pasta The shanties swim in the grayness The mist of the clouds Read more
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Blowtorch Pastoral
Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Read more
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Red Rubber Concerto
Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars the marathon jubileepounds the ribbon strips grayacross bridgesand country laneslaced with the structure of Big BrotherNostradamus and Orwellian patriotsrolling pool balls across the lawnwhilst Beethoven wails to the skylife is buta red rubber concertokick your Read more
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Tomah Graph
Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations and jittersuninvited guests in the gray of nightthis brain hurts like cinema for Alexhave another stick of chewing gumanother stick of dynamite to ease the griefyou so gallantly feel at this momentthese white office lights Read more
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King of Dropolis
An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me, well meI don’t really even know where I am, who I am, why I amsome windy, flattened palaceof stone and glass and flickering neonand I a statue filled with blood and painrolling through my nightmares Read more
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Neverland
When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you’re living in the wormthat lives in your own bellydrinking dirtand eating poison winecrying to livelaughing to dieand everything insidevanishesand you feel likeyou’re living in a Neverlandwith a never hatand a never coatand you’ve spent every dime you ever hadwasting time strolling Read more
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Weird Upstairs Walking Guy
There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi – until today he looked disheveled and bruisedhair all a musstoting a bank bag full of moneyand I’m wondering what all the walking is forfloor to floorhe walks and walkstill a quarter to four Is Read more
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Giant in Skin
There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky flow like Styx There’s that smooth dome of light pollution Pulsing like an orange Creamsicle Never sleeping, always dripping Like childhood summer sun And all above it, that starless sky Humming in rhythm, And a Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 