Category: Streaming
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Inverted Heart
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It was an empty night by the desk and the heart inverted for the purposes of other people. Chocolate hearts drawn in chocolate chalk melt out there on the stampeding sidewalks. Too tired. Too tired from trying to leap beyond the barriers of all that is right and good. I’ll never make it, in the Read more
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On A Day
On a day When I was blind To the world a bomb Am I the only one to see The darkness inside of me? Fragrant spells snow like crystal dander From the rooftops above another tangled bed A crippled winter branch Knocks at the window to see If we’ve been faithless rivers Flowing water slits Read more
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Time Machine Lime
I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly poly on the happening quartz counterlike a space wanderer in a cradlebedding down for the log nightdreaming broken glass kaleidoscopic tightto the missions of a windmill baby lost in my armsI heard the howl of Read more
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Opium Milk
I stepped into the room and spun the globe A world of magnified madness started to fly Countries stuck to the walls Oceans fell to the floor Mysterious islands went out the door I was glued to the window A spring memory in orange sun I could hear the menagerie of birds through the glass 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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Doldrums and Doll Parts
I spun the little silver spark wheel of yet another cheap cigarette lighter while looking out the window at laughter. What are you feeling anyways? Doldrums and doll parts. Synergy and the cycloptic hard on. Cordial Campari and warm butterscotch on my acid-tainted tongue. Rubies. Opals. Black eyes and black pearls. Lust, fever, hate, greed, Read more
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Midnight in March
I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack, tack, tack’ sound against the sidewalk beneath the bourbon leaves of an autumn day as I look out my open window encased in old world brown brick with crumbling mortar. I’ve been trying to rid Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 