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I’m having a difficult time crafting something beautiful. I feel overwhelmed with the possibilities, swallowed by them as though I were in a whale. I only have guts and slime to work with. I can’t tell which anatomical part is what. All is hazed in similarity and goo. The same tissue and muscle and fat. … Continue reading
An old woman feeds pigeons and the pigeons feed her with company when everyone else just walks by and tries to avoid the pests to not get feathers or shit or both on their clothes but soon the pigeons have their fill and she is left with crumbs and even those leave eventually in wind … Continue reading
A friend and their Other had a mature breakup so as to make her a Friend though not mine, which he told me he was very happy with while he kept checking his phone and finding again and again a truth written in a language he did not understand, like if he tried to explain to … Continue reading
You tell me that if you love something then let it go but my neglected goldfish would have other words when it is gurgling toilet water and so would I under the same care, but you don’t understand either of us * The shadow doesn’t share itself with darkness; it is gulped like a tongue … Continue reading
Am I good looking, the smoke coughs while I click through leathered bags of flesh that can be pounded and still rebound and she undresses and redresses in front of a dirtied mirror which is just sand ground up into her and she is ground up into me later on when I’m less soft and … Continue reading
This is the end though I suppose there will always be more because here I am writing after the fact even if it means saying nothing at all which I’m sure some would say you and I amounted to – the nothing emptiness between two burlap peach sacks during the collapse of a swimming pool … Continue reading
The world is too young to have this many old around who say that this is the way the world works while I’m here a martyr of laziness slipping around with one sock and mustard stains and an airplane strip for a forehead and a child’s Halloween bag for a stomach trying to do very … Continue reading
The gun’s grown old and forgetful but I have only grown old because even now my hands are half-closed as though in an embrace and my eyes are narrow as though daylight didn’t bleed and my breath is still as though I need to stop someone elses’ lungs to start my own but I am … Continue reading
I think I will spend a lifetime trying to be comfortable with funerals until I am uncomfortable at my own for I could use a little more elbow space and a lot more daylight * There are days when there are nights when the moon greets the sun with holes in its teeth and when … Continue reading
A good friend of mine joined the military because he wanted to kill someone and I told him I was scared for him and he said I shouldn’t be and I said fine but you don’t have to go through all those hoops just to end a life and he said but I wouldn’t get … Continue reading
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