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Asleep at the WheelShe falls asleep / in the driver's seat / of her car as
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Jul 25, 2010
Balancing ActYou walk a tightrope between / a photograph and my mind; / with careful steps i create you,
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Jul 8, 2013
Book of Purple, Blood, and Sand (Sample 1)(From "Dying Whispers") / The first emotions he ever felt were pain and surprise. His feeling of pain came from witnessing the pain of another, and his surprise stemmed from the fact that he had, for the first time in his existence, ever felt anything at all. Explaining this all is a complicated matter, but I will do my best to make it intelligible. It is a story that passed the universe by with hardly a notice. Whether it was an accident or something other that has made me the only human to know this story is beyond my grasp, yet I feel this story is one that should be paid greater attention to, so this is my attempt to bring it to a greater audience. With any luck they’ll help me out with it in the long run, but there is really no appealing to them, so I feel that this is solely in my hands at this point. / Firstly, referring the character of this story as a ‘he’ is quite a misnomer. They, the beings that he is a part of, have no gender; they have no need for it. To be even more specific, they possess no body that we are capable of understanding. I can only guess at what type of form they actually have, and this is because they do not exist on the same dimensional plane as we do. If one of us were to superficially grasp the concept of their existence we might assume them to be gods, and I suppose, under some terms of classification this could be correct. But they are both more and less, hopefully by the end of this you will understand that.
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Jul 11, 2011
Book of Purple, Blood, and Sand (Sample 2)The door of a fifth wheel trailer clanged open from across the street, and a man that looked a few years older than me with a shaved head and clumsy stature ambled out of the trailer. He left the door wide open, and on the small concrete patio next to the trailer took a hit off of a pipe filled with **** He exhaled a few moments later, and let the *** smoke join the cotton tree seeds in the afternoon air. I watched all of this with moderate disinterest, and then plunged back into Buk’s evocations of the old gods as the man plunged back into the trailer. He left the door open. / More activity quickly followed, however, and I scarcely made it through another poem before the noise arrived at my spot. Apparently the man had begun to act reckless, and an elderly lady began chastising him about his behavior. / “Shawn, knock it off! You’re going to break something,” the woman intoned. It was almost a whine really, and at the sound of her voice I was almost tempted to go assist Shawn in breaking some of her things. Shawn replied with odd laughter, and a crash could be heard from inside the trailer. He then stumbled outside, and started behaving like a four year old boy would. He picked up a few things that lay scattered about the trailer, and then immediately lost interest in them and threw them back down with reckless abandon.
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Jul 11, 2011
Bring it, BukSo Chinaski took down Hem, / eh Buk? / I could take your cardboard mask
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Aug 6, 2010
Distantly FragrantGirls walk by / while i, inside, / desire the words, the smile,
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Jul 12, 2013
Dropping ThemThe fist flowers like / armagedon, / and i have no ******* clue
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Jul 25, 2010
FollowedYou ever get the sense / like someone is constantly / riding your ***
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Aug 8, 2010
For all the love birds out thereThe only coffins i know of / that are built for two / are called mass graves,
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Aug 7, 2010
Haiku's on GreedGreed is a fencepost, / her thighs are laced with barbwire / towering so tall.
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May 20, 2013
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