Prose
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Celsius 150
The pit burns, hurts, the thinking of no reason, no need, no purpose, no peace, no rest, never rest, just a raw nerve constantly exposed to the other infatuation, the memory lust crawled upon far back in the head, the knowing, the pink deception, being merely a mule set to drop in a sweltering field… Continue reading
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Mutual poet rant upon a muzzled moon
The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from the colored spine like lemon juice or the salty water from a baby’s crushed ice face. The mutual poet and I stayed up all night, for three nights, maybe a week, we couldn’t sleep, but… Continue reading
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A Reversal of Reverence
When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are living as damned souls rather than breathing beating flesh Continue reading
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Radio-free Lamp Ray
I come from a place not known a high hill tucked far away behind the sugar plants and the factories belching out babies in bleached Red Radio Flyers Continue reading
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Wallflowers of Chemistry
You invented lovelike dragons spit firethe longing when you are gone,is an immediate reactionI’m drawn to your eyesI’m drawn to the night the full vibrato of darknessthe stars splashed so randomly across the universewe can touch them if we try Candles melt away so quickly herethis otherworld, this neverwhereWe are a collision of chemistrywrapped in… Continue reading
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Sun of Dirt
Why is this world so dirty?why are the lumps playing King?I look around, look aroundcan’t see anythingcan’t avert my eyesto all the splashes of filththat survive Dirty walls and dirty streetsa laundromat full of dirty sheetsstained with all those lovers’ dreamshelpless infants, toddlers toodrinking from dirty bottleswith their dirty little mouthswet with the slobberof an… Continue reading
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Beyond a Shadow of a Lemon
It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums making their way In cascading light and atrophy Train whistle kid runs I bus tables at some Italian joint Dirty head ware Lomticks of lowly paycheck curse the bank Stirring spaghetti sauce with hair drenched… Continue reading
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The Linguini Ballroom
The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space Continue reading
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Nihilistic Karma
I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Continue reading
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Carnival Visions for the Unforgiven
His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter blissand so,he took a taxi to the world’s greatest fair,and as the visions of this townbounced before his wet eyesthe wicked witch kissof life’s black doorswung open and hit him with cold fleshand he decided… Continue reading
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