Spillage
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The Baker
The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake up so early. What would it be like not to have to press out into the day when the sun has barely begun to breathe, and the world is painted a worrying, cold blue. He… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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The Cloud City of Nashville
And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to put a pair of glasses on over another pair I was already wearing. Earlier I had been in the bookstore in the cloud city of Nashville. I saw the metal and glass buildings—squares, oblongs, towers,… Continue reading
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The Zodiac Salamander
Alabaster eggplants frolic in a purple haze. Munchkins drop acid and watch Wizard of Oz repeatedly until one jumps out a window. Wood gnomes with shotguns play patriots on the streets of D.C. The world looks at them and laughs. Sharpie abusers make cardboard signs declaring freedom and love. Love? Love runs rampantly abused. There… Continue reading
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Baguette Ragdolls
Broken wanderers. Space mice. Toe signals. Crap melons. Divided thesaurus. Purple dinosaurs. Egg cabbage. Lettuce wraps. Feet sores. Mice house. Calm attack. Divine moons… Nine moons. There was: The Conch moon. The Devil moon. The Gun Barrel moon. The Black Button moon. The Radial Eye moon. The Turkish Comet moon. The Phone Dial moon. The… Continue reading
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The Sour Scarecrow
A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line the perimeter of the crater. Down in the belly is where they grow worship plants. The royalty ships float above, the strong hulls crush the air, the flamboyant sails unfurl ahead of the breeze of… Continue reading
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Passages
Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco and the bow rips and the cow tips and the fringes of a mad mind unfold like warped bric-a-brac on a magic store shelf in Sicily comatose gold rope lassoed by Cowboy Bill and his… Continue reading
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Botchwork
You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility? Oh, I see, you reach for it there, you look for it in your…earbuds? Why do you stop and yawn and pause and breathe and think and question? The world says go, mind skids, the… Continue reading
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Brain Fumes
I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my co-pilot but then the plane crashed I wrestled with tangled earbuds I woke up at 2 a.m. and ate English muffins with butter and honey It’s hot outside but I’m cold I like to play… Continue reading
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Ambient Endless
Time is all nonsense now, like purple wine in a gravity-free cathedral. Jesus and his sex dolls are just spinning aimlessly. Continue reading
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