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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CEREAL AFTER SEX 