Writing
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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… Continue reading
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White
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… Continue reading
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Like July
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… Continue reading
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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… Continue reading
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Sad Star
And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one knows the true depth of my heart—this gray day. The rain lingers, the clouds linger, like annoying guests at a birthday party in a back yard on a Saturday. They ate all the fried chicken… Continue reading
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Doughnut Dreams and Alien Hope
The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next to a maple Long John My droid tells me this: Long John donuts are a type of yeast-risen pastry that is shaped like a bar and can be glazed or topped with icing. They may… Continue reading
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A Boxer In the Dark of the Car
There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher with the lemony yellow liquid inside. Someone is stirring it with a spoon. A glass full of ice cubes sits on the counter. Someone picks up the pitcher and pours the lemonade in the glass.… Continue reading
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The Apocalypse Pipe
Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have published a book and that it is now available for sale! At the moment, only the e-book is available to buy, but a print version will be available soon. The book can be purchased at multiple online stores including Amazon, Barnes and Noble,… Continue reading
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Nectarine Scarecrow
Engine soul of autumn gone Spring on the precipice The green, the warmth The birthing forth of old new life I sit in a tree with a yellow journal Scratching ink into paper As the sun shines like a nectarine in the sky The leaves chime green notes There’s a stream in the valley It… Continue reading
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An Amorikan Prayer
In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in the air And the cackles of the unloving haunt lonely hotel halls and rooms Where the color of the walls is warm wounded gauze and infection And the static of poor reception beckons the blessing… Continue reading
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