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I nearly missed it, That face The abstract of cruelty we all own Disproportionate Like the pain of a paper cut..

You have found us, again Squared mob huddled round your rusty barrel Smothered in the coarse coal night Bur..

On a wooden bench, seconds from the subway, just inside the city line was this woman. No warning, just her little hands..

Sharpmetaphysical rays are piercing through my mid-afternoon buzz. This neighborhood hound from hell (maybe Baltimore, I can&r..

It was silent. Doesn’t take much at all. One second a man is in the mysteriousness of shaving. Looking deeply past th..

What do you call her? I wonder. This thing so precious you can’t fling off. Stick to the plan I say…it&rs..

The menace of my moments arose somehow, as I heard the virginal lease had turned. I knew this pulling back of lens wo..

You came upon your causality Strange With its surfeit and cradled Miasma Framed in this dismal lost cinema o..

My room holds a hawk by its window Though they carved it as “kite”, the breast unveils even the simple..

Can things truly be rectified at dawn? I wonder this because the mind is a cloud and perhaps your soul is at your ..