Writing
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Yellow Yesterday
Yellow emotions skid across the floor of the only grocery store. Longevity unfurls in the cinnamon rolls. The man in the candy aisle is addicted to Hot Tamales—a fierce cinnamon-flavored chewy candy. Then there’s that yellowcake uranium house with the darkened, sunset kitchen that stands in the shadows. Aluminum windows, puffer-fish brick. The yard a… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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Sun Bones
A red sunset is hanging in the sky A warm blotter of heat love Hanging on a hook in space, my thunder Talking to me about motion, heartbeats, time moving Like machines under the earth Your heartbeat tastes like chocolate Melting down my red bones and blue sky Love is but a moment Beneath those… Continue reading
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The Hotel Room
There is a dark hotel room, and the butter hearts of paradise dawn come rushing through like maniac bullets. There is her beating heart, living beside me in dreams of blue, majestic light, somewhere out far in desert kiss of red. I look up at the nondescript ceiling. Bumps of white now muted in the… Continue reading
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Eve 13
There are faces in the cold Staring back through the snow Heart blood love letters tracing the stars of space I am alive inside beautiful girl But the traffic takes me away The noise, the lights, the mad rushing all fever and pitch If to just hold you in second’s dawn In a moment of… Continue reading
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The Wishing Window
A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view is sunrise on the water And thoughts diving in Wanting to swim In the deep and narrow periwinkle mauve The yawn of a ship dispersed in space I have no feelings, I have no face… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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The College of Cannibalism
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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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