Category: Writing
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Free Falling in a Mall
You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super fresh So write like magic despite the tetherships of the world I ache to conjure up all the words I need for literary architecture Why doesn’t my mind simply bleed? It’s a spring dream these Read more
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The College of Cannibalism
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A skirmish of desire I fight the voracious appetite of distraction But I eat myself alive Like in architecture school The room, the windows The drawing tables The long walk across campus on a fall day I never fit in Especially when they asked me to disrobe A study in free-hand drawing To loosen the Read more
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll Read more
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Evil Love
She could fill the entire house with crap, and I was expected to keep my mouth shut. That’s how it was back in the days of evil love. Junk mail would be piled to the moon. Boxes filled the floors to the point one would have to carefully dance around them to avoid tripping. Laundry Read more
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Head On a Spike
That’s what we need A head on a spike In times like these Of unchecked greed And deprivation of need A broken gold star On the refrigerator of life I feel senseless and selfish It’s 10:27 Take the pill You know the drill Esophagus lockdown Too soon to drown How will I go? I may Read more
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White
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I wake up in deep shock My muscles are all bound up There’s a man in a window of the building across the way He looks like George Washington Or maybe it’s a woman with big white hair It matches the snow falling The icicles look like fangs All the rooftops are slathered with white Read more
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Like July
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To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook The war rages on out there A sky full of bullets and smoke Howls of the innocents Where are the government men? Who shout the war cry loudest Where are their guns and blood? Where 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
CEREAL AFTER SEX 