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To That
inch of time spent over the sea, dragging your dead body back from the sharks I fed you to. There should be enough salt to drown in. Now that is something you don’t hear of! But, I have heard of...
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Caterpillar
Ink is raining again. Stan, on the radio, rapping tattoos onto white-trash girls, sitting, spinning on bar stools. The highway is moving ninety miles back, to late August madness, cars are splashing...
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Love Letter
Amaranth, on my back, off the edge of life. Dangling cords fall like snakes, I hanged them there to dry me out. With you, it is cold. I can’t say that. I miss you, but I do not. Have you been tempted...
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Ghost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
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God Am I Trying
So I come like a box of watercolor, surrender to water and Iris. You are drowned out, on a stretcher, a small body of life sucked out of a vacuum. I missed your heartbeat. Where did it go? I found a...
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Am I New
Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself, to change, to change, you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed, but we run on desert time, at devil lake I wish I was, a reservoir,...
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When The Fire Burns
I haven’t drank you for an hour, or swallowed the sharks swimming in your pale manhood. The road gobbled me up and I do not miss your cancerous tongue, all I smell is rubber and all I want is the moon...
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Paper
Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat. We lay, either way, recycled by the Sun. If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks in one gaze. His superpower is ignited – and we all...
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How To Sleep In A Gutter When You’re Not Dead
Curl up raw, stranger. Where is your husband’s thick pockets? You must be one of those different colours. I’m dead on my feet, you’re sleeping in the gutter. Five days in February – we both struggle....
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The Passage
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks like it could be made of mopani, but he cannot tell colors what they should be and what they are...
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Confession From Heaven
Confession from Heaven as you can see we have potential although hearts burst out in tears, locked behind bars, in chains, against a will of their own, we carry every blink used to wipe away the pain,...
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Little Boy
There is a leak in the Earth, quietly letting mercy slip out, unnoticed. Ashes sprout in Spring’s fresh mouth – her lungs blacken with ferocity, a dark mother clouds the sky of an innocent, a soft snow...
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It’s A White Night
It’s a white night in a white gown, lights are dancing in black windowsills. In an instant, I’m a crowd; an infant fevering for heavy music to sing. My prison is cumulonimbus. La la la la la. The opera...
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