Tag: Prose
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The chariots rode into townblaring trumpetsand waving spider webslike white, cotton kitesand the soldier watched the cheering crowdall smiling with blood on their teethand scriptures dripping from their curled fistsand the soldier felt as empty as windwhen he jumped off the backand made his way through the blistering crowdtheir eyes…
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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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Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke.
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Excerpt: The hum of existence rides like trains on rails, the gentle rock, the hypnotic sway through a countryside of rolling green and small villages, mountains and curving streams, lapis lazuli skies above Nepal.
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You can’t say no to that when she feels so good naked
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The sky was black most of the day because the sun went and hid behind the world. It was something like Winter Solstice and the world was tipping over like a bucket of paint, a deep red spilling making a big wet mess on the universe. Our lives are universal,…
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And love is but a trickle in this RAMSHAMBLED river of love, the armies of men keep marching upon the bones of memories under the grass, shot out of cannons, cloud seed ashes billowing and giving the puff of life when all falls down the stairs and justice can’t see…
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Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghetto, arms stuck out lean and mean, cold soles slapping the greasy street
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This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking out at the sea, the chilled air billowing forth from my mouth, the oddities of life spilling from an aluminum pail at my side
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 