Tim Lion
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toothless truthA Poem by Tim Liona glob of words. specks of speculation revolving around the oaken head like Jupiter's rings. if you glean anything solid from this verbal bellyflop, t.. |
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last anthemA Poem by Tim Lionsermonic rants dance the split tongue dumpster fire jumps to the diesel-d****e sea limitless infection directional spread .. |
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slo-mo splash downA Poem by Tim Lionmoan through a wall throws a switch in my guts. gun appears in a shaky hand. boot takes wing. rubber on wood. world explodes .. |
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Money's The Root, I am the BlossomA Poem by Tim Lion$ Zombie-stepping the concrete conga; floral prints and plaid confusion. High pitched child sounds the siren. An elderly woman becomes a speed.. |
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run!A Poem by Tim Lionrun! malachite soul-windows sparkle with unchained torrents of instinctual love and criminal intent. our faces collided .. |
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3 drunks in a tentA Poem by Tim Lioncold wind gnaws bones, warm laughter raises the dead. we drink from the severed heads of ceramic Gods, and nickname the flame .. |
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IN LOVEA Poem by Tim LionUSED soul (autosaved) eating fireflies for romantic effect accidently swallowed a ghost planet in the mystic mist,and turned to asbestosi.. |
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Bourré the Hard WayA Poem by Tim LionThe game is played with a standard grill of 32 teeth; canines are high. (2-7 mouths) When there are 7 mouths, the players may only take 3 bites .. |
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KatautaA Poem by Tim LionKatauta Stop looking at me. I am burning in your stare. I am drowning in your hair. |
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SedokaA Poem by Tim LionSedoka Heart attack impact, Leviathan’s deep crater. Your creator’s warm embrace. Crack in the doorway, Dayligh.. |
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