Category: Spillage
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Ass Apples
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I didn’t see her standing there as I was pushing the apple cart. Then I heard her make a terrible noise. Something akin to a woman falling down the escalator at a mall in Nashville. It wasn’t really a scream; it was more like an exaggerated moan. Agghhhoooh, umph. “Stop!” someone yelled. “You hit her!” Read more
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The Iron Throne
The wide maw of sleep deprivation. Tunnel light etching scripts for the nausea people. The magpie man wants to blow his brains out on the high-wire. It scares and deafens the village below. Illusion Lake has no water. On the shores of vast emptiness. Always getting ripped on and lied to. The invalid code of Read more
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Orifice Clouds
The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of the sky Stars and ravens up so high I see sleep And the structures of man Dust hobbits and wolverine people Traverse the Earth I am walking Northbog Ridiculous perimeters Sea urchins and starfish Stop Read more
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The Wishing Window
A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view is sunrise on the water And thoughts diving in Wanting to swim In the deep and narrow periwinkle mauve The yawn of a ship dispersed in space I have no feelings, I have no face Read more
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Medicated
I feel like loose wires blasting Electric impulses heavenward My skin is shaky I want to run, but I can’t move I start to do something Then I stop My thoughts fall flat My attention span spans a second My nerves are cut open, exposed Noise sends me stratospheric Aggravated by everything I don’t have Read more
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36 Beautiful Scars
I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones out in the hall All the unforgiving and unforgivable things Line up like cracked dolls The shelf leans left The audacious propaganda on red and white A clock still ticks in an attic Time kept Read more
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The Under-Believer
Do you have a rainbow? A colorful one—like cereal. No, I meant an umbrella. For the coming monsoon. I’ve been watching the radar for the last 72 hours with no sleep and it looks like there is a possibility for some storms. I had to get on the radio and warn people. I’m the neighborhood Read more
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Bread Storm
There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s shotgun And carry it around Read more
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Skeleton List
The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in a seemingly endless veil of gray say something for once say something that is real There’s a motion in the air tonight as souls weave and collapse through American freedom Tees the land of liberty Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 