Writing
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Zerbaijan
It’s the edge of night and my eyes hurt Too much heavy looking and breathing at the world On this chaotic day of rest and wonder and all torn asunder I dream in comatose fits Mind flashes of impossible places But then there I am Crawling around in it like an animal with flammable fingers… Continue reading
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Last Light
I miss winter’s dusk How the last of the cold lemon sun Lays down its rays like a blanket upon the barren crop field The lights are already on In the few scattered houses of stone and dark rooftops Inviting and warm Wood smoke swirls out from the chimneys The barren trees stand like crooked… Continue reading
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Desolation Ra
Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the wall Desolation speaks in whispers The hour where time stands still The sun is an orange disc like Ra Then sinks into a death-yellow horizon Sipping darker colors moment to moment Until night finally falls Continue reading
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The Forever Fly
A Mach One goblin of green by the name of Edward Groovy sits in a city diner and looks out at the rain as he thinks about loneliness and all the fragments of his life. There were the days when he installed carpet, drank on the job, daydreamed of faraway places that can only be… Continue reading
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Light To The Gray
Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the shapes Somehow something about my mother again And her crucifixion for an innocent life Cold coffee on the desk Cold air through the window Cold skin Cold bones Wife sleeping in the background We churn… Continue reading
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Vagrant In Hell
The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the point of a walking stick into the ground and take a breath or two. Eyes gazing outward and around. The forest is wet and orange. The trunks of the trees a slick black and gray.… Continue reading
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Sector Cereal 12
There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and candy pink. A shade of warmth in her sleeping body beside me. She’s beautiful. Sonic Ocean Water blue eyes in a meadow of golden sand. And now there’s an empty blue bowl that just a… Continue reading
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Rathskeller
At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes rushing into my head thoughts running wild the worries of the womb the rebel, the raven, the rathskeller the rock star of love But I must confess, star people and surely, I am not alone… 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
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