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A Bug of Your OwnI am the unknown bug in the bed creeping up your sleeping body. Only in your dreams can you brush me from your leg. / You are noiseless, stirless. I'll feel you with feelers, rip you apart with them until your soul splits into my light and guide. / It beckons me upward until I clumsily climb into that dark, mysterious end. I am an alien in your black cavern of truth.
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Feb 11, 2011
A Cuckold and His GunIn comes one every week, / tracking into my home the filth of the streets: / some are patterned like cows,
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Feb 5, 2011
An Orange ConfessionThere was this one time / you told me / if I ate too many carrots,
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Jan 18, 2010
Light WeightThis girl struts into class abnormally early the other day, / and my mind immediately begins to spin / because she was always bent on being late—
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Aug 6, 2010
The Cookie Jargod gets hungry too / one time he mistook the sun for a cookie jar / and pardoned his reach over top the planets for a pecan wafer
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Feb 5, 2011
The StripperAs a child, everything was free, real, / like early spring air. / Birds were infinite
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Jan 18, 2010
They Come on the Backs of SkunksThere are skunks in there / every night burrowing / into the yawning parts
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Jun 26, 2010
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