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demonic future peek-a-boos
the fish tank of the present.
taps the glass, grins,
shows me the blade.
jeopardy!
like a stray dog ..
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For Lily Mae. To be read aloud at the start of every Poets Anonymous meeting.
:)
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Addiction
you are
the whiskey bottle hidden
in the
toilet tank.
shameful whispers
constantly
drip-dropping
from behind
my..
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some-warm-and-windy-where,
in between
an ancient Native American chant
and a Hank
Williams drunken warble,
I’m
dancing an infini..
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Marks
You always knew how to leave your mark. You left another
coffee cup ring on the friggin table. I try to remember how many times I’..
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careless laughter
falls,
like multicolored
flower petals,
from a
cloudless blue ceiling,
stars for
eyes
light the
forever fa..
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210 cell
types, all infused with throbbed lust. Wheeze as if dying, and slobber
rapacious red thirst. Quivered pink aperturessalivate, even in s..
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BorrowedBukowski lips to sip giggle water,
As the glassy 4square broadcasts
Shame, pain, confusion, loss.
Someone’s in the kit..
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Ummm...I thought this would be more interesting (and/or fun) with no explanation at all. LMFAO!
Enjoy!
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my dearest alphabet kids,by the triangular breasts of Euclid’s mistress!
there’re flying grim-gimmicks nesting in my brain garden a..
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