Tag: Creative Writing
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Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars the marathon jubileepounds the ribbon strips grayacross bridgesand country laneslaced with the structure of Big BrotherNostradamus and Orwellian patriotsrolling pool balls across the lawnwhilst Beethoven wails to the skylife is…
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Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet.
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I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I see is black,the rubber room menacerotating on some wobbly wheeland my gifts have all been opened by other peopleand I sit and watch in a pile of gold paperremembering the…
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+ Dark Dreams, Darkness, Deep in the Dark, Reflective Light, Sea of Sadness, Spillage, The Nerves, Writing+
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Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations and jittersuninvited guests in the gray of nightthis brain hurts like cinema for Alexhave another stick of chewing gumanother stick of dynamite to ease the griefyou so gallantly feel at…
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Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge to heaven, scars, delusionsI’d be cutting the lawnif there were a lawn to cutI’d be drinking soda drops and popsif I wasn’t a ghostsuch a ghostwalking through wallswading in the…
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I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of quiltswhite and silk tapestries of insect threadjungle creatures with big, black eyesand I looked to the skyovercast and clouds a boilingthe wind blew through the treetopsknocking the leftover rains from…
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There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was easy to dance toIt had a beatand a really good rhythmwith the angel ship standing there like she wassome great gift slipped directly from God’s palmsand she didn’t even begin…
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I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 