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bipolari'll hate / and then / i'll love.
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Apr 14, 2011
dyer's holidaybullet tears me half-open, / and my steaming innards spill onto my hands / like hell's party streamers.
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Apr 14, 2011
everybody lives forever somewhereyou'll find me in the morning, / not quite drunk, / kinda swaying in the bed of my pickup.
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Apr 10, 2011
pessimist's hellsun-swords and their respective sun-warriors / hack away at the ogreish clouds. / among the towering daisies
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Apr 14, 2011
playing god, if only for a momentif you wake up tomorrow / and find my bed empty and frazzled / with its own kind of morning breath,
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Apr 14, 2011
red eyein the bathroom of a delta red eye, / i'm looking in the cataract mirror, / its surface milky with dried soap and snot
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Apr 10, 2011
the lackadaisical nomadthere's a man across the street, / walking real casually / past the coffee shops and consignment stores,
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Apr 10, 2011
untitledhe rots at his window, / a stale cornflake man / with eyes like vulgar smoke.
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Apr 10, 2011
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