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i wake up each morning and think what poem am i going to ooze today and then i fall back asleep on my desk with slobber working well * so few people have the courage to not be people anymore and too many watch themselves fade in moments of joy and boredom spent awaiting the good … Continue reading
leaves lost on electric lines that can be heard in the summer with the air condition and beams of sun that bake into the darkness but not tonight where they land on quiet orange and green and ketchup red stems limp like little feet of a man hanging or just a boy who used to walk around … Continue reading
angel, take this saw and split my hands from prayer and from my body so that you can wrap them around you like a necklace where you are cradled by me and when I rot in glimmer and sun and warmth you can have other smaller friends, who fed off me lived off me died … Continue reading
when I was little I thought I wanted to be big like my father who I looked up to because he was powerful and strong and handy with a belt against my back so that then when I was a giant who gorged I could show him what it meant to be little, but I … Continue reading
fruitflies sipping on old masturbation and fall foliage that leaves me spent and dry from this city that is sure to be dying with seed scattered in all the wrong places and whatever landing in nurtured nature being slurped away by sexless larva that get thrown into food to be cooked later on but not … Continue reading
coughing is the only time you’ll recognize your breath so suffocate live in gaps and die each day only to begin again for no other reason because you were born drooling and learning how to use those lungs to stop drooling in sputters * leave some of me left after you have finished with me … Continue reading
human came from nature and made nature come from them by changing nature through changing themselves for what is civilization but a wave goodbye to all science but the regression of goods into gods of truth art but blood of birch and softer wood cooking but displays of torture and dominance sex but displays of … Continue reading
music is the closest thing to god for it goes up in nonsense of notes that make you feel something still among the cacophony and your own breath that silences if only to hear better * everyone wants to be happy and so few want to be downtrodden spit on left to be alone and despised … Continue reading
my mother gave birth to me on all fours sweating out pain and bleeding daylight that brought news from outside earth the always vacuous and never friendly coughs of breath gone and mistaken spent asking for someone to end her before this does while she leaks and i form into a solid that takes up … Continue reading
i should’ve died because then my work would sell better than i could peddle it out with two hands worn and useless from trying to live on me when all i needed was rest in myself by drinking and smoking and consuming all i am by becoming all i’m not and not recalling the difference between … Continue reading
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