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There’s a tree I planted Outside some school I went to years ago I imagine it’s grown Into a majestic, Inverted lung, Soaking up P..

I packed the Marlboros Shed the plastic wrappper, Tossed it in the bin; Lit the cig behind my hand, Bracing in a stiff North wind; Took one look ..

Get on a pedestal, Turn into stone, For all inhabitants Of Florence and Rome Your vanity awaits Its permanent throne.

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I feel like I was born in a biome, Neither desert or bayou; Dry Hot Humid, Cold Pulled, stretched, wrenched As prey to carrion, Weather picki..

Do f***s really fly? They say pigs don’t; But when push Comes to shove, Both do, off heights.

Cicada moltings Clinging On crampons, Ascending oak trunks; Bolted in, Eyes bugged, Focused on the summit above; Mountaineers fall From Ever..

The solution isn’t eating babies. Nor is it Trump’s Big Macs; The solution is in the stolen tax; the tithing Uncle Sam demands. God d..

The raven’s call, Long and sonorous, Is the battlecry of Fall; It’s a sound Which yellow The leaves in fear, Shaking the boughs Of..

Today I thought of splashing The front desk girl In cryptic swirls at my local gym, who walks on Holy grails of Sturdy timber, Whose cup ..