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My Head Aches

My Head Aches

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


strumpetting trumpets, of the earth inversed, [they are!] /(ease, am I, among the silos of my soul,)/ when up onpit-lessyou, don’t cal..
Phenomena

Phenomena

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


I am only but perfect: Radical seashell of sleek glass quite pale, Like a dream, paper-screened swastika. Thus the spectators lean in..
One

One

A Chapter by w2de35657u687y4324rf


Introduction
The Call of the Jigjig Bird

The Call of the Jigjig Bird

A Book by w2de35657u687y4324rf


A short story written mostly in stream of consciousness with themes of equality, justice and 'humanity', based in a futuristic society where reformati..
An Ever Expanding Idea on Insomnia as Intellectual Omnipresence

An Ever Expanding Idea on Insomnia as Intellectual..

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


these Damned Unsleeps receive no envelope from heaven: they are rejected for Solace (Yet shall Never cease to Dream) the smooth G..
The opiate was filtered into a nook         and Crucified

The opiate was filtered into a nook and Cr..

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


The opiate was filtered into a nook and Crucified So that The Vapid could swarm out (ashes) in flocks of winged blowfly and analyze the small ..
Half Comedy in Light of Logic

Half Comedy in Light of Logic

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


Son of Ephesus Laden with golden bracelets In the daylight By green constants He needs O’ life. In Spite the seas F..
An Unprecedented Glance into the Marble Void of the Blue Jay

An Unprecedented Glance into the Marble Void of th..

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


Spoon fed, by the letter, through the ear, Mime-eyed. We speak in our mother’s tongues-- learn from the breast It is only after the m..
Mornings

Mornings

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


You wake up somewhereBetween a banquet of baby-blue constellationsIn anebular float paradeAnd the black purgatory that hangsIn stasis under the shower..
Raven Realization

Raven Realization

A Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf


Commoners quarrel in the culturally dejected streets For a flimsy thing like ‘love’, Claiming violet gowns of sweatshop fabric To..

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