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rain on depressed rock turns ink on murdered tree, I laugh, but not in the happy way, souls scream from an ancient page, my fingers..

beauty of death my forever has fallen asleep in the passenger seat. her precious head fallen on my eternal shoulder. ..

death of beauty from the frigid window, white wolves with eyes like yours melt into the snow drift whole, smudged, flaccid, va..

turbulent midnight moments rock my mind and roll my guts: water dances wildly inward & outward,vessel buckles, knees turn gelati..

he grins hatred and laughs war. his eyes are landmines, and his spirit is toxic fallout. I watch and listen and drink until ..

plastic lilacs and/or I deformed plastic lilacs melt in marbled sunlight and/or on sunlit marble. watch the wilted windowsill..

my clock has fit fists. my past has slit wrists. a black eyed sea of yesterdays bleed out on the living room floor. hey! ..

the me you changed,has grown back his wings.the me you mangledhas gone from your holeto my whole.re-words half spoken: brokenly newish coy dogs..

this is more ricochet bullet than poem. if they wrote about it in the news, they would call you an innocent victim. ..

holes in my blue jeans are many, stains show on my worn T-shirt soul. the small bit of love she gave fills the tank, as I speed to my nex..