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The Mouth.
It quickly became apparent that not all was
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as it once was.
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The mouth which governed the wall /
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Jun 11, 2011
A Shitsville Narrative, part three.
My spoon tinkles
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and finds sanctity in the mug.
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I toss a dollar to the waitress
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and smile at h
1m
Jun 7, 2011
A Shitsville Narrative, part two.
My coffee is tepid and so is the sky.
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The clouds snap shadows to the floor
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and demonize the slee
1m
Jun 7, 2011
A Shitsville Narrative, part one.
One way or another, the streets would be paved with gold.
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It was a matter of time, sure. But more
1m
Jun 7, 2011
The Crutch
They call me 'the Crutch'.
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And as such, I know how that sounds.
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But I don't like to speak about
1m
Jun 7, 2011
The Picnic
They sit
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like the curve of a parabola
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facing in.
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Though they do not see each other.
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He sees
2m
Jun 7, 2011
The Eye.
As I pondered,
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and watched the eyelid
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unwrap itself like
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a horrible tentacle,
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I realised tha
1m
Jun 7, 2011
Tar
I am writing to you in tar.
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It dries quickly on this leaf of paper;
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the room is hot and dry,
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I
2m
Jun 6, 2011
A Small World (a sestina)
*Alright fella, how’s you mate?*
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Just heard back from the hospital innit.
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*They got you that liv
3m
Jun 6, 2011
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