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I sometimes catch your scent in the strangest places at the grocery store, when someone passes and leaves a little of you in their wake at th..

I knew it was under that rock big fat brown, undulating with the current twisting its hips back and forth trying so hard to not be seen bu..

So swiftly we snatch for any Paradise lose our grip, fall again, alone like Lucifer, denied his throne tossed out by the hand from his lof..

They gave him pills because he wasn’t as happy as everyone else so he sat in his chair for a year and a half while people grew older ar..

I watch you free on this little TV the things you do would make a martyr blush but hey, I’m sure you got paid somehow so it&r..

Steel sky, he led us out, nine of us, Scouts, in a line. “Fence is down, boys, you gotta fix it.” The weight of tin snips, the scratch of..

I want to taste you the moment I see you and all holy men say this is sin. I’m absorbed by you in the flicker of a wing and all..

Someone, we didn’t know whohad tied this thick hemp ropeway up in that old oak tree, the onethat stretched out over the roadand had for generati..

What good is the lamplighter when all the lamps have been lit?he used to caressthe turn of their brass he used to lift the little latch swing..

2 a.m. is all ghost and bones where I only awake coughing or with a need to piss or the dog was startled and I always wake up and write ..