Tag: Creative Writing
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In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn to ebony nightswith a big hole filled with a creamy, clouded moondeep-seeded memories skirmish in my headanother day, another dry heave to the windthe pots are rolling with the boilingsteam…
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And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the sieve where all the heart pulp runs through and through straining the anguish with a lightning-tied spoon 4-leaf clovers come raining from the sky and he drives his Mercedes into…
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There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s…
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I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the parted space curtains The night was unusually bright Even though the moon barely hung on its peg I lied awake with a thundering heart hard to calm Nerves crawling up…
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The ancestral drift of dinner plates 5:15 am egg glow a smile in a mirror old antique wall ghost teeth a creepy smile an old hat in a mist a scarecrow in dawn’s early light a fake patriot cradling a cobalt bomb and a Bible in flames burnt toast in…
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A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile kiss and all the sauce from the other side of the universe creamed the Earth like a big, sexual surprise and Matadors on heroin and hot sauce slowly sliced open…
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When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away … because you are still young every breath at night is an elaborate excuse, every morning you arise is a triumph, of some sort and daddy is broken I feed him…
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Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a different time In a faraway place Found out all about the only unforgivable thing she did again Had to fly away from the bad news Park my ride and drink…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 