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strumpetting trumpets, of the earth inversed, [they are!]
/(ease, am I, among the silos of my soul,)/
when up onpit-lessyou, don’t cal..
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I am
only but perfect:
Radical
seashell of sleek glass quite pale,
Like a
dream, paper-screened swastika.
Thus the
spectators lean in..
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Introduction
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A short story written mostly in stream of consciousness with themes of equality, justice and 'humanity', based in a futuristic society where reformati..
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these
Damned Unsleeps
receive no
envelope from heaven:
they are
rejected for Solace
(Yet shall
Never cease to Dream)
the smooth
G..
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The opiate was filtered into a nook and
Crucified
So that The Vapid could swarm out (ashes) in flocks
of winged blowfly
and analyze the small ..
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Son of
Ephesus
Laden with
golden bracelets
In the
daylight
By green constants
He needs
O’ life.
In Spite the
seas
F..
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Spoon fed, by the letter, through
the ear,
Mime-eyed.
We
speak in our mother’s tongues-- learn from the breast
It is only after the m..
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You wake up somewhereBetween a banquet of baby-blue constellationsIn anebular float paradeAnd the black purgatory that hangsIn stasis under the shower..
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Commoners quarrel in the culturally dejected streets
For a flimsy thing like ‘love’,
Claiming violet gowns of sweatshop fabric
To..
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