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urrghmeegod soo bored.

The air is tinted with cricket sonnets and leftover day-dust and I am slightly tipsy, but not too bad--my shoelaces are still in bows. We play..

The ruins of the Eiffel tower stuck jarrbled and sharp like broken obsidian bones behind him as geometric flakes of charred propeganda cluttered ..

I am amazed as my heart falls through my hands like sand trying desperately to become more than grains of old life and I am amazed at the near-p..

I'm tired of all this twenty-first century, egoistic rap-crap. I want to sip on an apple martini and tap my foot to the grand swing of a 1950's bi..

If you don't mind, I'd like to tuck the flame that cinders your speech into the tight crevice within a walnut. If cracked, would it rear into a..

Amid the angry accusations and vulgar doodles of reproductive organs, I noticed a small penciled comment, squeezed in between a broken heart with f..

I hear Thoreau preferred women with sea-glass hair and eyes deep as water caves. Allure is not what is seen but what beckons-- a siren des..

this is one of my longest poems, please bear through it--I really appreciate it, broke it up in sections.

she mimicked death because I write radiation on the ocean. --and the weather-- w..