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You lay on the floor,
unmoving and decapitated.
The yellow color of
your beak is worn,
Exposing your bare
plastic.
You protruding,..
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I resent the fact
Everyone assumes I must be followed.
I’ve seen a fair amount of shoes in my time,
And those red glittery ones you w..
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The blank sheet of paper taunts
me
Like the bully he is,
Gloating in his nakedness and
Mocking my attempts to confront him.
He raises ..
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There is a warmth in the metalthat says it was just wornand a comfort in the patterned links of the gold band.
Some say metal has the taste of b..
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I wake up to the smell of stale beer.
It’s dark, thanks to a bed sheet
shielding the window.
Unfamiliar cotton scrapes my skin.
This..
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In that briefest of moments,
I saw her soul begin to drag -
Like when the back of your shoe
Creeps off your heel
And the only thing br..
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Clouds
threaten heavy tears.
Darkness
causes leaves to tremble.
Wind
rides the air like the tide of a sea at civil war.
Lightning,
and ..
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The harbor stills; screams from the water are quiet.
Waves brake on overturned masts.
Men seek glory with a Smith & Wesson.
Humani..
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An infamous man once
roamed these streets, whose name now appears on the docket,
You’d know his
approach from the sound of a jingle that co..
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We sleep before alarms to which we wake,
Finding routine in coffee and an evening glass of wine.
We mount our clocks and calendars,
Circl..
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