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DisruptionUnsure if it was / Me or my lips / That betrayed
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Dec 12, 2015
Dystopia None Too DistantBump bump bang bang / the world goes numb. / Numb from the cold.
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Apr 21, 2013
Empty GlassAn empty glass with / traces of ice is / all that remains of
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Mar 18, 2014
Eye DialectOi, you der! / Oy tink you 'ave a problem / Oy tink you and me
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Apr 9, 2014
FallingWhat happens after we tumble down? / The fast falls are easy fixes. / We remember clearly where we were at the start,
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Oct 3, 2013
Fight Again TomorrowI can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't know which it is but it's happening, now and infinitesimally forever my eyes are open and not shutting down for the day, not recharging, not doing anything but waiting for something to see and perceive and solve, a problem to appear before them and present itself begging to be taken in and toyed with like a Rubik's cube. I don't want to sleep because sleep is giving up on the day, it's saying the day is over and it's giving up the chance to accomplish the innumerable tasks yet to be accomplished before I sleep that I haven't done and won't do if I sleep now, if I lie down in that bed and pull covers over my head and let myself drift away. I don't want to drift away, can't let it happen, can't let go of control over really the only thing I have left to control which is when and if I go to sleep so I don't, I force myself not to, I expunge the records of thought from my head into a text box and hope that the soft rattling that had droned there softens because now after all of this my eyelids get heavy and I may have to let sleep win, give up the day, defeated, fight again tomorrow because I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting, fighting against the minute tedium tripping along, fighting against transcendental ecclesiastical endlessness, tired of fighting when all I do is get bloodied and bruised, tired of fighting when I can't win because I'm tired. Rest now. Fight again tomorrow.
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Feb 4, 2014
FrigidShe's a cold one / The kind of cold / that drives deeply
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Jan 5, 2014
Goodnight, MoonI wish I were six again / if only to beg and plead / my mother to read me a story before bed.
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May 9, 2013
HaikuPurple flowers fall / Soft color reminds of her / Lilac bush, old yard
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May 1, 2014
Haiku (2)When it comes (and it / Will) You will not survive, or / You will, but alone.
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May 11, 2014
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