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Dirt Tasteless, as peeking around corners, gripping at the straws in a strangers scotch and water. Being thoroughly dissolved in the wrong ..

Novelty Act It seems that the novelty has worn off, or at least worn thin; formative as a common bell. No more questions or adequate loo..

Brothers Always in the process of uprooting, I have everything to gain but acceptance. And in my right hand I hold my two sons, in the le..

Awkward It’s the pose that is awkward, pressed against the door jamb every night always makes my back hurt, and my feelings. The soun..

I.E. Is it often satisfactory, to think it natural that I comes before E, and that words grow as plants, some filled with poison. Then it m..

Excess Older in person then the photographs I am portrayed in, a bit of silver in my hair, not unlike Superman’s mother. My rubbing..

Statue An uneasy moving target, the only psychopath in the room. It’s the blood on the fingertips that gives him away, ominous real..

Sweat It was the first of many nightmares, the sweet sweat in the corners of someone else’s eyes. A beggar in the bathroom, the paper..

Gia Applauded for her convictions, she named her children after characters from black and white westerns, the good ones of course. She si..

Movement How long shall we stand here, still? As bitter as the buttercup, bound by the morals buried in tobacco pipes of bureaucrats and doc..