Jim W White
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Word SpillageA Poem by Jim W WhiteMilk the mind/ strip off rind/ tenderise/ season/ heat. Beat knuckles 'til raw/ whack-off 'til sore/ phone 'em up and tell 'em what's the question g.. |
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BigTopA Poem by Jim W WhiteThis morning Like a melancholy clown. The world's all drum-rolls And high-wires. Every word could tumble and Fall into confetti water. E.. |
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See Thru High KoosA Book by Jim W WhiteLittle guys that only loosely cling to haiku format. Each written seperately and collated (sometimes quite randomly-ish). |
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The view from me pillowA Chapter by Jim W WhiteDream sequence/ hypnogogia/ free-wheeling mind dribble |
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Pistol HaikuA Chapter by Jim W WhiteTrigger pull hammer: Tense finger breath.. Smoke/relax for Explosive safety. World teeters On edge of freefall. soon all is none; Bitterswe.. |
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I blew up a balloonA Poem by Jim W WhiteAir pushes outwards, In perpetual battle with Rigid skin. I imagine the appetite For exploit is Universal and automated. Longing for a journey: .. |
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Mania L\'omegaA Poem by Jim W WhiteCartoony, philosophical mumbo-jimbo. Somewhere between poem and lyric. |
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MusemadramblesambleonandonandonA Book by Jim W WhiteThoughts spat onto the page whilst in various states of intoxication. These are the words I don't recall inking.. they loiter on fuzzy-headed morns w.. |
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Sleep Prone/ Heart NarcolepsyA Chapter by Jim W WhiteRandom, abstract, twisty internal commentary. About (claustraphobic) village and (soul-crushingly monotonous jobs). A bit of hiccup philosophy. |
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Seven from Nowhere/ DrymouthA Chapter by Jim W WhiteEpic finalistic roadtrip in Buick or Stingray; black..break-necking into abandon's horizon. Whisky on the back seat, piled like whale bones. A hip fla.. |
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