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Dither Collective
The moth with newspaper wings sat under the arrow lungs of the eyeless / blood dripped falcon, more whole than the super-glued roman sculpture. / Next door a 50’s con held up church with a roulette table in the kitchen,
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Regarding The Closeted Skeletons
Next time I act like a heartbroken Holmes, / do me a favor and let me drink it away. / Words hurt what whiskey soothes.
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How Do You Categorize Your Thoughts?
“No one is ever satisfied with the success, is ever satisfied with the success, is ever satisfied with the dream. It’s the hunger before a meal when you realize how good it is to be alive.” / With each passing day I feel youth slip from my bones like scoops / falling off a summer ice cream cone to blistering pavement.
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Spontaneous Human Combustion
To tell the story of the nice-guy / is to tell a tale of unlost innocence. / There is no complexity that circumstance can’t remedy. There is no effort
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Avacado Starshine
Bumpy reptilian skin splits to reveal / a placid galaxy of green cream / that moves through my throat
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Adonis
The seven day prayer candle burned out / seven days ago, and the twisted blinds / are held together with chopsticks and moving tape
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There's Always Someone Cooler Than You
Twenty-somethings, homeless, / but with perfect fashion, / in muted greys and translucent lilacs
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The Day After A Hurricane
I made chicken soup in August. / The timing is terrible, but / you should still try a bowl.
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We're Dropping Like Flies.
The old metaphor rings / too true as I think of friends / lost to the lives they lived.
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Ain't That A *****
I hate my hands. / I'd love to write about it, / but every time I try,
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