Category: Story Poem
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If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood and pine trees. Crimson stains the snow. Where am I? What am I doing here? Cold coffee in my cup. I build a shelter and make fire. The computer keyboard…
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Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train station has a blue hue Blue hearts straining, loving, pounding Memories of Mafia at the edge of my mind I look down at the ticket Amsterdam The windmills and flowers…
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Spirit shadows linger in windows A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk Lukewarm coffee sits in a red ceramic mug He is sipping the day away Tick Tock 8 o’clock Readying oneself to go out into the crazed world Hippies with hangovers Brutes in suits Ripping…
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The leafless trees are dark against a pale blue sky Men down in the city are raging About crowds, costs, and consumption Christmas is in bloom The town and everything in it are colored red and green Red poinsettia leaves are dangling from the ceiling at someone’s office It’s a…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 