Category: Poetry
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Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars… Read more.
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations… Read more.
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An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,… Read more.
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When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you’re living in the wormthat lives in… Read more.
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There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi… Read more.
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There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky… Read more.
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And there were orange baptized bullets lodged in a wall of sea salt adobe and skull, a hard skull of… Read more.
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She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But… Read more.
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She is everywhere and all over it, a stellar angel chick, shocked me like socket sex, and then just as… Read more.
