Category: Spillage
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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 Read more
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Ambient Endless
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Red Rubber Concerto
Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars the marathon jubileepounds the ribbon strips grayacross bridgesand country laneslaced with the structure of Big BrotherNostradamus and Orwellian patriotsrolling pool balls across the lawnwhilst Beethoven wails to the skylife is buta red rubber concertokick your Read more
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The Tepid Hemorrhage
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I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I see is black,the rubber room menacerotating on some wobbly wheeland my gifts have all been opened by other peopleand I sit and watch in a pile of gold paperremembering the uncle who shot himselfthe cousin Read more
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Ghost Mints
Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge to heaven, scars, delusionsI’d be cutting the lawnif there were a lawn to cutI’d be drinking soda drops and popsif I wasn’t a ghostsuch a ghostwalking through wallswading in the stallsI might be painting the Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (American Soil)
I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Dragon)
It was as if I was somehow always on the precipice between darkness and light and could just not get my leg over that highest rail. Read more
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The Hip and the Cruel
There’s a super fresh reality percolating in Albuquerque Nob Hill groovy pubs Ruby red placentas in Placitas fall from hospital skies of red brick, brown and gold and sexy satin flesh fresh as newly fallen snow on the ultra-hip Sandias cruising on Central, Montgomery or Indian School to smoke the city lights with the hobos Read more
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Empire of the Sun
The sad, the hopes, the fear that runs through the veins causing me to shake like a young leaf in Autumn. The rattle of the heart on the Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 