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I inhale the whiskey on your breath your crooked smile dances away behind the flutter of eyelashes and a final shake of your a*s imperious you lea..

Staring out the window like a TV screen. Was that Fire that she screamed? Safe behind locks and walls or metal and glass driving too fa..

I grab cold fries from the bottom of my bag. My desk stares at the corner in salty memories, reposing to the creak and rattle of the heater ..

The saguaro blooms then dies engulfed by a mesquite, smothering in agonizing moments under a slowly moving sky. A ragged man hunches ..

I have become either pigeon or crumb, mumbling sour in booze and sweat. Sitting on a park bench Aqualung my friend and muse, have some cake,..

The anonymous hero was thrown out the window to fall in a Roman fountain where the petty pathetic drenched in I and mine, dredge for penny ..

I hope my words will sting you. A needle for the junkies and we still live like monkies throwing our s**t around bound to this systematic synthe..

Heroes fall under crumpled pages hidden behind the glamorous, deified and the inevitable holiday advertisement. Full of green plastic men bo..

The red spot on white canvas evokes a bitter bile taste. I look to God, up on the second floor, Are you kidding? Disassembling this broken pocket ..

God f**k cream, before my will is gone. This final battlecry as I am trampled under iambic "I Love You" cards and TV sized drama. ..