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FramesMost surreal,the object my lifehas become.An exquisite tasteof bad liquor,the exotic barerof rotted fruit.I have eyes falling over me,all the ti..
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Pleased to PissPleased to pissin a stream,headed nowherebut the full graynessof the ocean.Somewhat likethe salt and pepperof an old mans hair,coincide..
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Audrey’s ButcherIt was in a gutterthey found her,cold as crows feet.Brownish red watercoiled around her,like a snakewith a wet appetite.It must ..
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Fault“It was not your fault but mine.”A line from a songthat brings it all home.The days passed in pantsand thin man suits,the evenings re..
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FishStanding in the grey lightof another cold ocean morning.Thinking,“I can go another daywithout the bread,but not without the water.”And..
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The BottomThe strain of sobriety,the glossy lookin my eyes;reoccurring.And the plasticfeels like glass.As I wash downa few hours of sunshine.Taking sl..
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Everything is not AllThe laugh of a childwho has everything,and wants more.Biting his lipfor the taste of blood.Reasoning;“everything is not all..
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Working? HardlyNot surewhy the anger was there,it just was.His voice made herbody shake,her bones quake,her ears ache.The radio was playingsomething h..
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The Shut DownIt was the profilethat shut me down,the way the mirrorswings off its hingein the bathroom,it caught me by surprise.Spotting the clump of ..
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Wine Party
The act of being
in altered states,
making dry desert sand,
into salty ocean waves.
Pulling open my lashes
to let the sun in
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