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Bird Of ArtThey are worth falling down forand used to make me tremble,I see them through owl eyes widesitting in the pages of a strangers book.Familia..
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The LashShe thinks pain is beautifulin thirty minute dreams,a stagnant thoughtand the memory of lost love,she has been bitter;knuckled under by bad ar..
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Bionic Just The SameI pulled a nailout of my headthe other day,more out of angerthan in a panic,it's a real bitchbeing bionic.I've taken a knifeto my ..
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SwaybackI cant remember my nameshifting uncomfortablyin my comfortable chair,it's about the bad music,and the words that chirp by.A threat to the nerv..
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FastbenderTaking a drinkunder purple skies,tipping his fedora tothe downtown girlswith their whiskey neatsand filtered cigarettes.He has sharps in his..
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Lifetime Achievement AwardGiving up the Earthon her own terms,she is a water-snakereeling real reeling still,an infinite projection of whoshe wants to..
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It’s apparent in small circlesless so in large crowds how strung out and dullI have become,like Major Tom, a junkie.I twist in no wind contorted..
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BeckworthShe doesn't miss the big skyin her dreams of California,or small town Americana,Pink Houses, or long sad songs.She finds herself in leatherby..
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Grey, cold morningsin a funklet me outthrough the 'IN' doortaking thoughtswith me on paper,not in my handwriting, cursive.And I've been in this situat..
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Sitting in a settingnot unlikemy own death,and I taste tobaccofrom her last cigarette.Pouring over the passagesof a long lost love poem,an epic in any..
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