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50 flat-screen TVs dance on a metal wall.
fat politicians sweat sexy lies
that hit the free air
like honey mustard
gas,
an..
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sleezing the combustible
avenues
at dusk,
laughing like a helicopter
blade
at the multilayered sunset.
there's liquid fire simmeri..
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in Flamingo Park,
crimson roses are exploding
with a wildfire passion.
a young woman was shot
in the head six times
over on 3r..
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Bite the black apple
To find the god worm,
Spit the odd germ
Into the cold void,
Avoid any contact,
Or contract the virus.
Insi..
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follow
a haunted forest into the quiet trees,
stroke
live hot disease just for a thrill.
swallow
a jagged chorus of psychosocial madness,..
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I watch bluebirds dance on a chain link fence,
and toy with
a fast food
disaster
on a wax paper deathbed.
guess
I&rsquo..
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Dead dreams and dying thoughts,
and, still,
the head rolls onward.
threadbare
hat on a meaty bulb,
repeating
the crap it has recorded;..
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halted treatment
to become
infection
jammed
my zany grind
to lubemy Zen shoot
dove into warm
lucidity
haven&rsquo..
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everyday,
he sends an email that reads:
“you should be a way better person.”
each day I reply,
“you should find ..
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pile of textured words (just add meaning)
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