Political
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Blue Sky Gravity Heart
Outside it looks like spring in winter My woman is in my bed sleeping Blonde hair peeking out from beneath the covers The blue of the sky tastes like Wisconsin That place I lived and laughed and got damaged in so long ago Fifty years later… Lottery tickets askew on my desk An empty coffee… 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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The Somewhere Machine
I carved a portal into the wall One that would suck me through and kill my due An orchestrated taffy pull Rainbow colored with extra pink I’ve always wanted to dine in space I just feel this angst of escape these days I can’t fathom the torment of what will be With an orange hellish… Continue reading
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Light To The Gray
Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the shapes Somehow something about my mother again And her crucifixion for an innocent life Cold coffee on the desk Cold air through the window Cold skin Cold bones Wife sleeping in the background We churn… Continue reading
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Vagrant In Hell
The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the point of a walking stick into the ground and take a breath or two. Eyes gazing outward and around. The forest is wet and orange. The trunks of the trees a slick black and gray.… Continue reading
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Planet Sans Soul
The aeroplanes are carving slits through the night sky Blinking jewels of genitalia roar toward somewhere else I look up at Orion; home Still my feet planted firmly on Planet War Planet Corruption Planet Destruction Planet Malnutrition Planet Delusion Planet Holy Hate little green men licking human lollipops pluck polluted dandelions then dash away for… Continue reading
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Midnight in March
I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack, tack, tack’ sound against the sidewalk beneath the bourbon leaves of an autumn day as I look out my open window encased in old world brown brick with crumbling mortar. I’ve been trying to rid… Continue reading
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The Trumpets of Sandpipers
War on war is nothing more than war and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets our digital souls manic and depressed killing each other over our opinions of God and love history now bleeding from Polaroids Christmas trees now strung with bandoliers enslaved by the dollar enslaved by work enslaved by worry enslaved by this… Continue reading
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The Flatulentapede
“I’m an entertainer… And there are certain prejudiced ideas being put forth here in this state by the current ruling political junk and their mindless followers.” Continue reading
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