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AdonisThe 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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Jan 15, 2013
Ain't That A *****I hate my hands. / I'd love to write about it, / but every time I try,
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Oct 14, 2010
Avacado StarshineBumpy reptilian skin splits to reveal / a placid galaxy of green cream / that moves through my throat
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Sep 27, 2011
Dither CollectiveThe 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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Jan 15, 2013
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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Jan 8, 2012
Regarding The Closeted SkeletonsNext 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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Oct 29, 2011
Spontaneous Human CombustionTo 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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Oct 29, 2011
The Day After A HurricaneI made chicken soup in August. / The timing is terrible, but / you should still try a bowl.
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Aug 29, 2011
There's Always Someone Cooler Than YouTwenty-somethings, homeless, / but with perfect fashion, / in muted greys and translucent lilacs
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Oct 20, 2011
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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Feb 21, 2011
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