Poetry
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An Amorikan Prayer

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in the air And the cackles of the unloving haunt lonely hotel halls and rooms Where the color of the walls is warm wounded gauze and infection And the static of poor reception beckons the blessing… Continue reading
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The Yellow War

She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately. I suppose you could say it’s my favorite color now. It was green for a long time due to my inebriation for nature. Then it was blue because I like lakes and water and the… Continue reading
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Coffee Shop Rain

The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank of cups, the murmur of voices Beads of water against the glass The gentle jangle of a door opening The smell of the brewing and wool coats The unfurling of a newspaper, a power button… Continue reading
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Tangier Roads

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 rising up to paint the… Continue reading
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Rosaria Radiation

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 a crowd of 12 oblivious… Continue reading
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Space Curtain

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 my spine Hammering my mind… Continue reading
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Capitalistic Splatter

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 the air poems of debris… Continue reading
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The Big Dip

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 the beef casket and it… Continue reading


