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The Somewhere Machine
I carved a portal into the wall One that would suck me through and kill my due An orchestrated taffy pull Rainbow colored with extra pink I’ve always wanted to dine in space I just feel this angst of escape these days I can’t fathom the torment of what will be With an orange hellish… Continue reading
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Light To The Gray
Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the shapes Somehow something about my mother again And her crucifixion for an innocent life Cold coffee on the desk Cold air through the window Cold skin Cold bones Wife sleeping in the background We churn… Continue reading
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Soul House
There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves, turned sour and clotted in the mud. The road was lined with black trees, leaning in, almost like an arch, and at the end of the road rose up a white house – old, a… Continue reading
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Vagrant In Hell
The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the point of a walking stick into the ground and take a breath or two. Eyes gazing outward and around. The forest is wet and orange. The trunks of the trees a slick black and gray.… Continue reading
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Sector Cereal 12
There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and candy pink. A shade of warmth in her sleeping body beside me. She’s beautiful. Sonic Ocean Water blue eyes in a meadow of golden sand. And now there’s an empty blue bowl that just a… Continue reading
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Oaf Doomsday
We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the tremors, the heart rushes, the worry, the candy fevers. The daily death of dreams. Cracked crystal balls leaking hopeless futures. The bombs, the broken babies, the bazooka douchebags and their flags and Freedom Fries. An… Continue reading
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Rathskeller
At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes rushing into my head thoughts running wild the worries of the womb the rebel, the raven, the rathskeller the rock star of love But I must confess, star people and surely, I am not alone… Continue reading
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Sanka in Space
Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big yard of summer green, the glass orb on its pedestal surrounded by flowers and a garden of carrots and cabbage and long green beans … the rabbit war machines with glossy eyes looking upward at… Continue reading
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The Red Lobster Event
It was at a Red Lobster restaurant on the outskirts of Peoria, Illinois when the nervousness really kicked in. I was sipping on a cranberry Boston iced tea and thinking about the loneliness of the sea at the same time I was looking out the window at the savage ravages of the world. The thought… 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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