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  • October25th

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    fragrance

    black and pink erupt up ahead = hammering of skull - swaying of trees - come so far into bended knees - fastidious shrine spreads the field - the deity deep - the worship goes around the sweat grinds down - humidity,flies, flies and disease - hepatitis A B and C - saffron robes open to womb - the milky way fills the room - answers come and questions go.



  • October23rd

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    the wheat of the draft

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  • October20th

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    The TOP

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    The TOP

    The top spins so fast
    The axis skims the ground
    Dancing - gliding - poping of the ground dying to move all directions at once

    At the core the force has created a vacuum
    No ground just sky
    No home just flight
    - the spin creates the spun



  • October17th

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    JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

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    JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

    Unconnected
    Dial tone
    The mirror of cold shoulder makes one see

    The distance between stars
    Would be made short work compared to my loneliness

    I orbit the deep space of neglect
    Revolving around me is the moon of selfishness

    How far under the crust can love possibly be…..
    The canary in cage
    Feet up, beak stiffly open
    Death by broken heart
    Death by broken heart



  • October12th

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    PAYMENT

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    -The wrecking ball does swing
    Hairy knuckles on control
    The weight of your world
    Your body pays the tolls
    -Good days and bad
    Happy worlds and trash
    -Lipstick paradise
    shots of whiskey would be nice
    -Virgin thighs for my head
    And the debt is undead
    -Were the crazy corner gospel
    street man hymns
    -Bacon frying on a tin can land
    And an old women living in a shoe
    ….… screaming get your ass back in this house
    you dirty S - O - B
    -Ice cream truck fairy sprinkles the youth with the sav of ” it will be o k ”
    And the paste of DOOM is in home room, roll called today
    the carpets stained with blood and walls filled with death the names in a tumbler spinning stained glass for their breath -
    -The memory of sunshine found dead on its apartment floor
    souls In the headlines for acts against the state
    - the better part of ourselves the better half raped
    a legacy of shame the size of a nation
    -poor it up as a strong libation I ve got stories to tell but I do not tell them well
    a minor from kentucky on a purple horse and buggy said all was still in the cycloptic hills cuz there is no oxygen left to breath
    - the canary is on its knees choking and hacking and forgetting about its wings
    - and there lies the trouble from brother to sister
    all in one image and stuck outside
    - the dirty damn truth is there is no where to hide
    - the dirty god damn truth is there where to hide



  • August9th

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    our IRON LUNG 2

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    Hence the sorrow
    Where upon it will double tomorrow
    If only Time would laugh
    Before the scissors of death sharpen their craft

    Her clouds form a keep sake of regret
    Angles start to dance while family and friends make wagers
    And bets

    The heart doesn’t open it races with fear
    It is not my tragedy - don’t bring your poison here

    To take the hand is to pay the price - how much do I owe for the gift of life



  • August9th

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    the NEW CANYON

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    The fone of hate
    Dials through the hellish
    Noose the cord
    Brain tumor from wave upon wave
    Twisted cell struggle the canyon of diatribe



  • August9th

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    OUR IRON LUNG 1

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    it doesn’t come fast
    rotten honey drips
    the ending
    the blurry screen
    the burden
    the seats smell of piss, mediocrity and slow
    charcoal grilled death………………..the fire long gone i search the ash for my broken heart.
    with dirty fingers i find a bucket of lost time at the bottom of an ash tray.



  • August9th

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    DEPICTION

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    Oh you persistent angle
    You are no hell hound
    You are horror in all white

    Why insist there is light inside me
    I am of the dark, I’ve come to accept - why not you ?

    I cannot withstand a direct screening of your face
    No capacity
    I will shatter like a mirror
    Like a glass

    Church pews and hymnals
    Were a cold hand pointing you out ( an upside down clarion call )
    Lifesavers are the Eucharist

    The dumb down depictions cover the church walls
    stealing your ability to be attractive

    This nervous system is fragile
    Vintage wiring lost all insulation
    Living with a tooth freshly pulled



  • August9th

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    AFTER THOUGHT SOUP

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    gnawing ache of desperate heart
    the swelling of a needy chest
    the pounding
    the throb
    the throbbing

    the relentless tempo of unfulfilled need driving him to
    slide like a sneak thief into her
    soup kitchen

    a tiny bowl reaches out
    elbows locked
    hands wrapped in gloves of neglect
    pouring through his soggy trousers, a puddle of self esteem at his feet

    the prude steps up and ladles out the tepid waters
    delivering a bit of this and a chunk of that, insulting the mans bowl
    the letters floating at the top read “ after thought soup “

    the under whelming eucharist is delivered with a battery acid tongue
    and the emotional equivalent of handing a starving man a pack of gum

    mediocrity dripping down his greying chin
    dull spoon stabbing wildly
    his shame - this holocaust of love

    tears of resignation penetrating the kitchen floor
    bread crumbs and control