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at a bar
I was at a bar, / Against my will, / I don’t drink…
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Mar 14, 2017
frozen instances
photos freeze an instance / never again will any be the same / something will be different
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Mar 14, 2017
Jellyfish Mind
like a drunken purple jellyfish bouncing on the ocean floor wall to wall (endless bobbing thoughts weaving back and forth) creating a computational machine (driven by emotion) the spark ignites, the babblings continue, rapidly, fervently (my words my mouth) numb, unable to express anything, say anything all I can do is gaze upon you with a witless smile who knows where I am, hearing you, not listening, all because you smiled at me, and I was chocolate silently dying in a beam of sun on a bright day in may
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Mar 14, 2017
little living lemmings
Lemmings living lusciously in tiny boxes all the same – splashes of color / the whirring buzz of a paved path lures them like fish to their shiny frames / drab claims to a cube – clickty clack,
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Oct 29, 2015
cacti
The rumblings of traffic resonate muffled behind me I sit in my century old chair accompanied by my century old mind. A ding of the magic bell follows the crack and jolt of the muffled horn – muffled by the palpable self-ignited tension that a choice is near or already washed-out. The toot of the train tempered by the windows and drapes yanks me out of the cloud I sit upon watching myself perplex about a choice an unfamiliar choice. Which is it, the flower for me, or the flower that waits? Which cactus do I drink the water from – both will ***** me, but ripped from their home the cacti will cry inconsolably. Vague metaphors faced by a conundrum that isn’t humdrum my veins filled with uncertainty until I look to the cacti again
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Oct 29, 2015
Jive! It’s Fun, Part Five
The flowering / death of an / earring wrapped
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Nov 14, 2014
Boo! It’s Fun, Part Two
Brown duct tape / wrapped as a / ******* for the
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Nov 14, 2014
It’s Fun, Part One
Afflicted souls in / jaded bowls of / bad soup
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Nov 14, 2014
10am Friday, December 21, 2012
“Space, the final frontier…” / Click. / “Dun da da da dum…”
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Nov 14, 2014
The Person, Pen & Prose
The pen – it carefully places ink to the paper, / scratching as playfully as a puppy. / The tip, pronounced is its curvy bust,
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Jun 9, 2014
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