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M Eastman Nov 2014
Ruined rare earth
elementary discovery channel
gates open door
way through the
keyhole black soul
molecular mole dug
tunnels to ultraviolet
magnetic pole dancing
free in chaos
sea scrape knee
begging plead don't
go to the
deep snow man
shaking hands with
devil bands in
foreign land fall
down stairways to
heaven sent letter
male to female
ratio, weights and
measures too desperate
to imagine dragon
fire my desire
we can get
higher value from
our lives so cheapened
and flayed never
get saved by
an apathetic jesus
sign of our
time flies buzzing
alarm blinking a
red warning doom
song of my
people magazine scene
Is dead and
buried beneath the
bed room walls
to keep out
invading barbarian hordes
dressed in business
suit yourself with
your three wishes
and no there's
no bottom to
this rabbit foot
if you're lucky
enough but I
didn't choose to
exist weave this
fist pink mist
signaling the end
of all good
things
M Eastman Nov 2014
The deer are buried up to their necks
in the sandy soil
the struggle for purchase
frees them
into a pack of black wolves jaws
M Eastman Nov 2014
with a black sharpie smile
and two scissor holes
my brown paper bag face
lets me walk out the door
and interact with you
its safer in here
my brown paper bag face
M Eastman Nov 2014
I can see that double blue horizon
where the sea and sky meet
Barely
through the trees in the parking lot
There's a little gravel trail
leading through the ground cover
called Pacific Mist on both sides of the trail
that leads down
to that sea salt smell
and the loud echos
of water striking cliffs
and large jagged half - islands
farther out into the bay
the longer you stay
the more you belong here
M Eastman Nov 2014
myocardial infarction Eldrich power/ed
Chosen brisk perpetuity motion machines
Pumping nodes to arterioles backwards
stenographer tap rapping webs to dull the
Stoking sin flanged might gate cell shape
An experiment
M Eastman Nov 2014
I swallowed this coal
in the pit of myself
it's just there
weighing me down
making me slow
curse you circumstance
you're never in my favor
I think I'll drown you
in liquor and pour decisions
M Eastman Nov 2014
My outlet is this ink
and there is no other
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