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Red wine and heat mix well on your lips. I sip slowly as the candle teases the taste in my mind the tongue licksthe last drop hop..

and kicking

The drum beats loud and I may rock or I may roll hollow is what hollowdoes but strum on the fine strings of existence and my soul wi..

How poor my language must seem to your learned eyes, but it is the treasure of my heart that I lay before you read me well, read me kind..

The non-poetic poem

Someone asked me Did I do grass or hash in my days Well, I lay on grass and I hashed its lay does that count in any way? They a..

Six word story

I have outlived youthe battle is forever lost you can’t kill the dead

Nosolace I findin this silent nightthough solitudesilences, soothingmyscreaming soulserpent seedlingsof sordid scenesslide downsuckingslowlydrymy s..

When I'm without words, I just say what comes to mind