Society
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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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Pharmacy Phrustration
Author’s Note: I have an ongoing personal battle with my local Walgreens store, and it’s recently boiled over into a volcano of emotions and so I have penned a letter to spill the lava within me and help release some of my feelings and this is what I present here: From: Valued Customer #399745RG43 Dear… 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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High On Guard
there is only time for love and then departure everything else in between is nonsense even through the trees I see this while the world so foolishly spins around out there, down there far below this mad altitude where I stand where I pray to no one, for no one all the listening blinded by… 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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Cracker Barrel on Crack
The ebb and flow of the Jesus crowd washed nostalgic candies into the streets of LipLock, Tejas on a sweltering Sunday school day gone mad. The bacon was loaded. Mosaic scrawlings of jelly looked like sparkling guts on the sourdough. Coffee was but swirling blood fueled by cream and sugar. The roar of the hungry… Continue reading
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Misguided Missiles and Paper Turkeys
Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair of scissors whilst she creates a paper turkey from a paper plate and construction paper the colors of autumn dust. See the missiles rain from the sky, each tattooed with a patriotic emblem stating “Goodbye…… Continue reading
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The Corn on the Cob People
The grocery store is full of human corn on the cobs. They walk around like stiff, yellow erections. They’re dressed in green husks, unzipped, the cornsilk is hair spilling out at the chest or the top of a pointed head. They wander aimlessly, brainlessly. “Where’s the milk?” “Where’s the apple pie?” How do you survive… Continue reading
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The Lyric at the End of Land
He made it with her in the bathtub because she was bleeding. That animal. That gyrating, groaning animal. It was that negative breeding. She pulled him in, he slapped against her. They breathed, they kissed, they tangled. When they were done, they stayed in and showered. The water felt like rain against them, tasted of… Continue reading
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Ravioli River
He had a wandering image that followed him, something about ravioli in a lonely café somewhere on the other side of the world. Light rays harken down thin alleyways, the sun an orange ball in the sky, the clouds clotted with heat, melting like a sorcerer’s tongue on acid, leopards and leprechauns leaping over the… Continue reading
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