Story Poem
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Ferris Dreams

The sting of a memory’s rain Blind, blindsided, like a car crash The hurt leaps back up Like whiplash Like coma wash Like devastation sequel And the modern moment feels old As I wait for the new appliance My glittery mind All puffed up and racing It moves like that Back and forth From stuck… Continue reading
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Zerbaijan

It’s the edge of night and my eyes hurt Too much heavy looking and breathing at the world On this chaotic day of rest and wonder and all torn asunder I dream in comatose fits Mind flashes of impossible places But then there I am Crawling around in it like an animal with flammable fingers… Continue reading
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Desolation Ra

Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the wall Desolation speaks in whispers The hour where time stands still The sun is an orange disc like Ra Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon Sipping darker colors moment to moment Until night finally falls Continue reading
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The Alcohol Dream Ghost

I was getting hazily crazily drunk in a dream A Sunday afternoon nap was the proper portal Someone was on my butt about it, trying to stop me The being was some kind of a woman One who cared, one who loved perhaps One who followed, one who nagged even so But then I absorbed… Continue reading
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Life Bath

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 keys click and tick. The… Continue reading
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Amsterdam Man

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 woosh by As the train… Continue reading
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Cosmic Word Salad

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 apart what the world gave… Continue reading
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The Sun Gray Water Hazard Cone

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 holiday party The greasy creep… Continue reading
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Cockle Squash

It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the inky-bruised canopy Store windows glow yellow, the brick of the small buildings are the color of slightly burnt toast People shuffle along the walks frosted with fresh snow They peek into the shop portals and… Continue reading

