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The Forever Fly
A Mach One goblin of green by the name of Edward Groovy sits in a city diner and looks out at the rain as he thinks about loneliness and all the fragments of his life. There were the days when he installed carpet, drank on the job, daydreamed of faraway places that can only be… 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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Cliff Ass
He goes into his bedroom, crawls into the bed, and takes a nap. There is a dream of a rigid street, a neon and black hotel bar with a large window gazing out onto the world, the lighted stage, all the unreal. He’s the only one there for now. The pumped-in music is instrumental and… Continue reading
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South Somewhere Else Street
Endless time on endless roads God’s crows sweep the sky Death black against orange It looks like Halloween Even though today Is the day of green Follow the green brick road To Isolation City A stark, brutalized McDonald’s Out in the overgrown forest That used to be the edge of town The Burbs Where the… Continue reading
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The Green Brick Road
Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the stage is green. The audience whispers of ghost sightings and Christmas cookies on a white plate with a red and green design. A glass of milk gently shakes; a ripple forms across the top of… Continue reading
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God is High
A gay rain pitters upon the earth As bombs play death on the other side of the world These new wars poppin’ fresh like muffins Madmen too afraid to face their foes So send the kid from the ghetto To fight your frivolous fights Unleash the money missiles To ring the gongs of death Billions… 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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Depressed Machines (Part Three)
Then appears in low dramatic light: A TV screen of liquid green. The sprawling appendages of a tree in a heavy pot. A couch. A coffee table. A chair. An end table with a stack of books and a lamp spewing soft, minty light. Windows with white curtains. And in this room there the white… Continue reading
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Depressed Machines (Part Two)
They sit atop a high and grassy hill of polished green that looks down upon a simple valley with a few scattered buildings and a small river running through. A blade of sunlight reflects against the water and engulfs everything in a sparkling veil. Billy Halls passes her the joint they are smoking. She takes… Continue reading
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