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they say poetry is dead and this is true for there is too much death in poetry and even more in them * catch it catch it the boy threw my way a spider who was put into a jar watched as it built a web with whispers of catch it catch it even though … Continue reading
growing old one shrinks smaller and smaller into themselves as they get bigger and bigger meanwhile they hope happiness levels * i will be great for you once more for i was great once and here we are in the more with will still * there is something to be said about the ability … Continue reading
as i as and age am i forgetting or being forgotten i can’t remember which is worse and there is no one around to ask * i got rejected from my dreams again and it is no help that the dejection makes me want to sleep more * i want to be huge not … Continue reading
write about love everybody loves love so i do, deciding that love is doing despite possible procreative determinates, coming to: the dog fucked the other dog but both were fixed useless nightmares of panting and biting and lovely hope where later their bleeding pee betrays their hopelessness * i told her that i have the … Continue reading
what went wrong when there was so much right before he says smoking haze blocking his eyes tumbling in his lungs lips lit red like a stop light until the night goes on door flapping open making wind and wishes of summer him drinking green liquid because it’s the cheapest thing at the bar where people … Continue reading
it starts by not starting just a build up of little things like the atoms that create the universe but didn’t give you the sight to see that corner there or the words to say you can’t stay and really need to go or mistaking a tv for a window and the summer sun as the … Continue reading
gated and gone the dogs never stop shedding and growling and shitting on the ground where i step them barking for me to do it try them come before they disappear in hairs that litter the street do it do it and i do saying shit trying to rub it on the grass they peed … Continue reading
like a giant who uses clouds for tissues i am looking for isolation but even the sky stares back * the wood frame dreams of being a tree but it’s forgetting because people are saying how good it looks with that painting of red which it never wanted to be and couldn’t tell a redwood … Continue reading
is this part of the text or is it a mistake i left in because part of the text is a mistake left in me? * i am i as long as we stay we but there’s but away and a way days daze dye into die heir into air see into sea by saying … Continue reading
“Who’s the best writer you know?” Well, I am. Sure I could’ve not started with well and I could’ve written some riff-raff that really got ya moving and swinging right from the start like warm water in a shower that just makes ya sing. But knowing these possibilities doesn’t take away from the claim. I … Continue reading
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