Night
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Zerbaijan
It’s the edge of night and my eyes hurt Too much heavy looking and breathing at the world On this chaotic day of rest and wonder and all torn asunder I dream in comatose fits Mind flashes of impossible places But then there I am Crawling around in it like an animal with flammable fingers… Continue reading
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Desolation Ra
Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the wall Desolation speaks in whispers The hour where time stands still The sun is an orange disc like Ra Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon Sipping darker colors moment to moment Until night finally falls Continue reading
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The Moon Orb
I went outside the other night to capture a photo of a very big moon and subsequently discovered this bluish orb with a small, white figure inside. Trick of light? Perhaps. I like to think it’s evidence of another dimension that thrives all around us. Continue reading
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This Warm Noc
I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped A human cigarette butt Burned up Tossed away I feel like a blank page No words to scratch Just crooked lines to scribble Blood-spent quill Scratching emptiness Yet a rage inside To be comatose In… Continue reading
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The Moon Has Its Own Scars
The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars if they’ve lived any, if they’ve breathed any, loved any, hated any. I stood out in the yard last night because the moon was big and bright, and all those scars were visible to me… Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 7)
Veronica’s first instinct was to run downstairs and tell her brute of a father that there was a strange boy outside her window. But when she stopped and then realized the strange boy was Adam Longo, she went to the window and stared out at him through the relative safety of the glass. He looked… Continue reading
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A Carnal Knowledge of Cereal
Cereal. It’s the perfect companion to the afterglow of a carnal embrace. First, there’s the reaching into the refrigerator for the milk with an elevated heart rate. Then there’s the gathering of the bowl and spoon with a shaky hand. Next is the gallant tumble of the cereal itself from its slightly upturned box while… Continue reading
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