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All the cities look the same under the rain and so do I driving the interstate-94 with bugs tired of light and trying to blat it out with their bodies until they find the aerodynamics of my front window and me looking outside it at the lonely road in front with signs of penalties for … Continue reading
She’s looking real good in the jean jacket I got her, arms spread in a hug of fabric and careful consideration of whether the pockets lined with some brown string would be liked or if the metallic buttons would shine but not too bright just so I could be focused on her when I would … Continue reading
Days double in youth and half when old and now I’m in between the constancy of then and then, a scatter of twenty odd years doing a scatter of twenty odd things for a scattering of twenty odd reasons, hoping for days to stop altogether so I can rest or live and not be afraid … Continue reading
The dog moaned with bone and body in the wrong places and it was my job to set them right by taking my friend outside on a sun peached day where clothes wetted the wind and the land waved yellow and the dog winced as I brought it to the field where we had our many … 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
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