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I am an empty, flabby bag of skin going bad that was going to write my last poem today but I cut my thumb while capping the pen and I saw that there was still a little bit of me left to read and a little bit more that could press itself onto you until … Continue reading
For a while now, I have felt like I need to cry and I don’t know why, which I suppose is reason enough to cry, but I do not, which I suppose is another reason to cry. * Goldfish have more recognition than you about how far we’ve sunk, but I guess we forgot how … Continue reading
Wake up each day as though you’re straight from hell ready to fuck up heaven if it gets in your way, and then, create paradise. * There was a poet I knew who paid for their living with poetry because she printed each stanza, each line and rhyme on a hundred dollar bill and the … Continue reading
Sitting on a dick that’s limp she reminds me of the happiest day of my life when I am five and my father brings a cake to wish me a happy birthday and he says he’s happy really happy and so am I – both of us the happiest after a life he pieced together … Continue reading
I was left believing that I’d do anything for you but this is the left over bits of anything, and you have lost faith in us despite everything, which I suppose leaves me with nothing except this. * I want to write a line that would fix all of it but I only have this … Continue reading
I want to convince you that I am worth it because of the times we’ve had loving, licking, and outlining our figures in fingers that can tickle and massage and imprint a person with madness if they are taken away too quickly like a reverse burn felt first from the inside then moving out guzzling everything around in … Continue reading
I was with seven women in a week and I thought, man I must be something special, but I wasn’t and they weren’t either – laying there like bloated animals too slow to move after having their fill while looking at vultures’ legs circling in the cove ceiling or when they were cats cooing cats, scratching, purring, … Continue reading
I smoke to see my breath at its best and to know that I am alive, at least for a while. Sure, a shorter while if I didn’t huff and puff but that’s the sacrifice of knowledge outside of paradise. * Hold nothing against me for I do not hold myself against you – I … Continue reading
The bus cradles me to sleep while the city yawns awake to rain that drowns the living and the dead with tongues that are never quiet hydrated and mouths that are never quiet full, but always stinking and always completely empty even with other people drizzling in and out like the bus that stops until I … Continue reading
I am convinced that there is nothing in this world like love, except for when love is torn away, ends, is no more, and will be no more for there is nothing in this world like love. * To watch the news is to learn what it is to feel old and helpless. * I … Continue reading
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