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Shards of GlassYou said you would always be there,Well ha, ha, haWhere are you now?We pass as if we're acquaintances,Mumbling a silent prayer-Laconic and lacking gesticulation,Saying things to serve only the purposeOf acknowledging eac...
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When I was born last time, things went much smoother, the air was thinner and my feet had icicles caked to them from riding too many cloud ponies; Trees smiled; atop my love perched and there was no word for doubt; ...
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It occurred to me today...
If Love Will Be The Death Of Me
If Love Will Be The Death Of MeIf Love will be the death of methan I'm the death of LoveI will take down my killerwith both arms preter-naturally flailingand a somewhat at times chillingly under-abundance of coordination, ...
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A gasp, a palpable and visible strand of air was expelled from her lungs, stop.He hung his moist words on the lines of her eyes, to dry, stop.Her eyes were teary, so his words shriveled and pruned like old lady’s hands, stop.So he picked the ro...
Eternal Return—limited edition
Let’s count these feelings[1] and if we find 3 degrees of background radiation I will alert my dentist and he can alert his secretary’s sister they have been sleeping together in the back of his Pontiac on Mulberry St. every Monday and ...
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The region of the sky above the clouds has it’s own dark horizon. Our books have manes, which is to say salving moments as they brush by. Stuck at sea, this sea of callow milk and dancing lines of tan robes, which is to say ...
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We sat at a table. One of those rounded ones that probably ate up entire forests to survive. I don’t know about you but I always wonder what other life-altering conversations took place right there. Thousands of moments later, I sit ignorant of...
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New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
Olatundji and Get in the car, Hel...
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The last thing I heard was her crying in the door way. She was yelling about how her shirt was too rough and that her tooth was chipped. I stumbled upon her while I was walking my cat - he's so big, though, that a lot of people mistake him for a dog....
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I drop acid like I tie my shoes:once in a while but I make it count.meaning my shoes are still tiedso are my hands...
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i had a dream last night that we were fine better than fine - we were perfect and i knew in that distant soft place that we were meant to be and then i woke up and fell hard back to my bed i cried fast i cried cold tears and i ...
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Matthew Pizzuti Tuesday Night Rosary The white window flashed on the screen ahead. "U got any racier pics?" asked a boy he’d never met. Maybe I do. He looked through some folders on his screen. He found digital a...
Pubic Hair (sample from The MeTOO...
Pubic Hair here I take a stance like the shadow of Viking bellies taunting meat that I love pubic hair on anyone everyone and myself but especially women with an eager adult chinchilla beneath a black lacy zoo a bonzai tree emmergi...
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Like Atlas I too carry the world on my shoulders Knees buckling beneath its crushing weight Unable to breathe without pangs of despair Punished for the sins of the father and mother....
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then, so much belly to wrap arms around tight,excess of smiles to spill from wrinkled lines,laughter in mason jars line shelves, preserved.but, french double doors slammed and rattled sunflowers down the path turned their headsto watch the storm leav...
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it's not here it's not now but the best parts were all there it had to do with magic and chance each of us eager and willing to mix our hesitant ingredients to put it all together in accidental amazing recipes ...
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug pt 1
Human Flesh Is A Gateway Drug to the cursing of gateways and the craving of more flesh to sonata shish-kabobs ...
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Donald O'DonovanMittensMy sister Erin had a cat, a fluffy orange tabby with white front paws—little Mittens. Mittens didn’t amount to much but Erin was crazy about her. But my father hated that cat. He said she was a thorn in his side, wh...
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We sit consciously close on your sofa As you show me some beats you've created... Then like thunder our mouths collide and slowly we begin to explore one another's lips, All I hear is suction and breathlessness as you bear down on me and...
Politicial Conventions (Contra-co...
Political Conventions (Contra-contra…) of course, the coffee apocalypse and politician’s coke nose. Some how I ended up dead battery tired of it all. Rabbit ear antennas howling out Montanna like a bison where everyone spea...
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I sing love ballads through the wallbecause it is far more simple to pitchscreaming tantrums right back at them. Their fightsare not unfamiliar to me. I've thrownlamps, furniture, a man against brickonly to hear them all break. I singbecause she crie...
Why is Advertising like Anal Sex?
Why is Advertising like Anal Sex?1. The more ass kissing the smoother the entry2. If you're too persistent you're liable to get shitAdvertising is like getting fist fucked in the ass in a meat locker while eating Cherry Garcia ice cream&nbs...
I fled the convenience store when...
I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror I noticed my own lackluster appearance sleeves too long and collar flipped up, the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in t...
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The button, this miniscule, crimson colored object belongs to a coat,its exterior thick and fibrous like the bark of a Sequoia. The button, this infinitesimal, circular object also belongs to a woman, its tough facade, held on by a thread,concealing ...
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