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Byron Dec 2012
I walk days into the cities until the sad man shouts within the belly of my festering, backwards institution: "Hate me for the songs I can not sing."

If you walk long enough you will begin to see everyone you know, passing you, not looking at you passing, voyer-platonic you see.

A ghost begins skipping trees, branch to branch. Tried and true I send to you my best wisdom: defeat the peace and don't overstep your heros.
Carson Hurley Mar 2017
In this chair is where I'll be,
It is where I will be when I write the grandest novel.
In this chair is where I'll be,
It is where I will string together the most magnificent predicate,
I will sow my words to make the most wonderful sentences.
In this chair is where I'll be when I watch it all come together,
A Voyer to the construction of a spider web of fiction,
Spun so gracefully.
It is a lot to behold in such a chair,
a chair in which chafes the fringe of my buttocks.
A chair that wails.
It is very old, and its cracks are showing,
for after all it is little more than a dying tree,
mutilated for our comfort, though,
it has become my own discomfort,
In this chair is where I will be,
When I purchase a new Chair,
and the that is where I will be......
Amelia Delgado Feb 2022
Honey..come say hello
I'll dance for you
really really slow
As I put on a little show
through my open window.

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