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fabled saints fabled saints we might have been have overdosed on designer drug reality fatalities splayed out on foreign battlefields and dom..

dark tides rising a gritty-eyed forlorn crystal meth soldier kneels in ancient prayer posture a chorus of neglected mutt-howls and anxious pol..

beer battered eyes light blue liquid on soft pink satin always reached into gruesome moral explosions and retrieved tiny shrapnel trinkets to s..

the weatherman proclaimedthe sky had caught firewe all ran to the seaside to watch the b*****d burn we held hands and sang songs of Icarus ..

why should I explain to you why I see you as a bear trap? old red paint has faded orange, but the jagged edges shine. omens scrum to touch m..

she looks like baby-soft white blossoms as, behind her, the scummy city curls and burns. I can see right now that I’ll never make love to th..

hooky television dreams flood my marijuana head I dance with wonder kittens in the gunsmoke song of a million sparkplug harpies playing washboar..

magical realism? surrealism? something like that

I exist as (bang!) the giggling loneliness who harbors raindrop tears and thunder curses beneath Well Ajusted’s smoggy clouds of trick..

clustered thoughts clog electrical veins and brains are blown out with the flat screen my poetry would thrive if I’d exercise my abs and..