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Brothers
We bleed on occasion, but only in good humor. When the stars look like battle scars on the purpled skin of a seductive evening, and the smel..
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war
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One More Reason to Live
My favorite poet eats broken glass and spits out ornate gothic chandeliers. I, being one of those competitive a******s who al..
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fire
blindfold my heart and march him naked
before the firing squad. the son of a b***h
must die.
not my actual 4-chambered blood-pumper,
but..
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Exhale.
On my tongue,
sandy weakness dissolves.
A taste of relief,
like a merciful bullet
to the back of the head
of a rabid animal.
Blac..
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maps
your heart draws crude maps
to places your mind says don’t
exist.
street signs refuse to admit
to fraud.
God, it seems, will no..
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Dear W.C. Friends,
My first chapbook, American Scrap-Dragon, will be available for purchase within the next few weeks. I wanted to ask for pre-orders..
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Apocalypse Bird
I
My mind is like a backwoods shack.
Laughter blinded by the light beams
who whisper life through spaces
between long-dead ..
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mad liqueur
I nuzzle raw silk
and sniffthe phantom
night jasmine
that blooms on her dewy
bare nape.
we bask and squirm
in silver magic
w..
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In front of the comedy club
I have forgotten why I’m bleeding. A man in a black trench coat is staring and murmuring something suspicious int..
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