Tag: Poetry
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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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There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky flow like Styx There’s that smooth dome of light pollution Pulsing like an orange Creamsicle Never sleeping, always dripping Like childhood summer sun And all above it, that starless sky…
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And there were orange baptized bullets lodged in a wall of sea salt adobe and skull, a hard skull of architecture burned and bandaged the sun was far too bright as I dug them out with the tip of a knife and I was suddenly cursing the violence of Southwest…
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She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But sometimes I think she was maybe there all along, maybe my entire life and I just didn’t see her because they can be invisible. She looks human. She has all…
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She is everywhere and all over it, a stellar angel chick, shocked me like socket sex, and then just as quickly, pulling me into the trees that rain.
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 