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Meta-Junkie Ever met a meta-junkie? Drawing infant songs from a concrete vein, my pains fly away like spooked pigeons from under an old gun..

The day before Love died, we screamed the walls into dust, put a vase through the TV, busted ten dishes and broke the toilet somehow. ..

ancient secrets flit and play fireflies in boundless night sexy specks of truth untouched by clumsy modern hopes the joy is a foreign v..

pros and cons your lips look like melted red Crayonsyour pants fit like sunrise your laughter smells of oiled gearsyour eyes are hazel poetry ..

Ashes Buildings fall like nauseous hopes; nothing new for, we, blind to see. Tender children hardened with dope; same old wretched calamity. ..

A slice of light as the serpent trickles the shadows, pale eyes of hunger shining like diamond chips, forked tongue, hot as cinders, tracking ..

Stark Recognition Dark forest eyes impose fear like anancient Transylvanian castle. When the smile comes, I feelunseen fangs sink into my neck...

resurrection (written for Doc Milhausen) he smiled a yellow-brown disaster p that lit uthe filthy sidewalk like a hiccupped solar flare, and..

mad poet right now, in the strange and smoky basement laboratory of my gothic castle mind, there are genetically compromised words morphing i..

the ancient grey faces of a thousand fallen angels roll around in my glass skull like metaphysical gumballs my pen dances to the darkness like..