Funeral
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Cosmic Word Salad

Spirit shadows linger in windows A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk Lukewarm coffee sits in a red ceramic mug He is sipping the day away Tick Tock 8 o’clock Readying oneself to go out into the crazed world Hippies with hangovers Brutes in suits Ripping apart what the world gave… Continue reading
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Mindless

Jesus passed her a joint as they sat on a bench in a golden-green park like Oz far up in Heaven Continue reading
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The Shakes (Excerpt 1)

Nobody really knows why my daddy did what he did. Some say it was a sickness of the heart. Others say it was a sickness of the mind. I think it was probably both. I was just a kid when it happened, so it probably didn’t matter what I thought, but it should have. Now… Continue reading

