Halloween
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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 Trick
It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces the air, and she goes to move it away. She sighs, readies her tea cup, and pours in the hot water. As it steeps on a cold Halloween morning, she moves the window curtain aside… Continue reading
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White Russian
When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud and evil I sit upon the throne of mundane jewels And wonder what the cable car smells like On the edge of an ice cliff I stand Look out over white Russia while drinking a… Continue reading
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Ghouls
Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the test tube With windows and lights and broken dreams and cataclysmic days Green and amber are the aching colors of another dark noc (night) Round heavens bloodied with tar Heroin tracks are stars Red forests… Continue reading
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The Wishing Window
A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view is sunrise on the water And thoughts diving in Wanting to swim In the deep and narrow periwinkle mauve The yawn of a ship dispersed in space I have no feelings, I have no face… Continue reading
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The October Oatmeal Project (A Halloween Story)
The ghost of Wilford Brimley rode upon an ocelot across the dry-skinned floor of the salt flats out beyond the perimeter of Brigham City, Utah, where he lived in a holy water and whitewashed adobe abode. Continue reading
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The Coffeehouse Crapshoot
I was ready to smash things, and she was more than willing to just move on to a greater destination and not let our let down weigh us down. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 6)
Adam Longo was still and quiet atop his perch at the abandoned Grainer Falls shoe factory. He was looking down upon the people surrounding the body. Some were squatted and taking photos. Others were scribbling notes and shaking their heads. Others still were talking on cell phones and with each other — dark whispers of… Continue reading
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Things to Do In Denver When You’re Hip and Super Fresh
The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and icy chalices clinking with the rhythm of this night beat Continue reading
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The Rorschach Puppets Come to Dinner
And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy Continue reading
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