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ruminator

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kismet, sunset graphene neoprene soak all the uglies in gasoline check all the content before discarding you might miss something ruin ruminator spelunking for drugs just under the border wall up the skeletons walls don’t have doors closets do, you know closest I’ve been to the green elevate, contaminate gluey residue diatribe funerals and baseball apple pie, right eye keep on running boys 2 paths diverged in old wood one was fire, the other flood so we built a tent city at the fork crying for asylum and clemency we refused ourselves cannot smell our dope it’s all vape pens … Continue reading ruminator

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so what are you doing for your birthday

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this tribunal appellate, platinum lassitude painted with disingenuous fingers appalled at the notion of loss breathing with eyes shut the hour is late and no one is coming to champion the cause because there’s no profit involved I’m freebasing ideas in the square room all the blank stares tell me it’s unfair and the prognosis untenable, tourmaline mandate we are torpid cancer awaiting fruition I find it all so fun(gible) strapped in the network my workload is overloaded debt my unnecessary companion If I just get that one more thing capacitors at full capacity we are breakdown not like Tom … Continue reading so what are you doing for your birthday

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Quid Pro Quo

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Quid pro quo Clarice.  The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons.  Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for.  See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty.  My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo

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Future is the past is the future past

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two moons and two suns implications of movement abrasive, heaving of iron lungs implicit in the breathing archetypes assail conclusion finding is desolate and broken desensitized neuromancer weave cords of copper a burglar is re-imagined smoking jacket highs confounding orbs can no longer absorb refraction of everything now only comes in pieces cement is colder than one would think flood is more than earth can drink when did life become a story with such furious editors retake the scenes reality indebted to shadowed creditors no longer aware which of us won. in-between two moons and two suns image courtesy of … Continue reading Future is the past is the future past

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popular populist mythos

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when does it happen? shouting staccato limericks at passing cabs twirl fingers in the earth load up a Dillinger plan hoping to shoot the breeze she just blew on by horns in coat pockets cocktails shaken, then stirred rebellion in high heels 18 wheels to nowhere keep on truckin’ make-believe kills from exposure hard-bitten nuances nod off reservation, energy conservation gambling and liquor two by four funding clues on dirty floors computer tablet tableau tool paint another portrait changing frames and names upright lounge rule state fools fight for air paying $5 per water laugh at laissez-faire even in their … Continue reading popular populist mythos

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OP’s TSotD-Glorious Sons

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Mother, I don’t wanna take my medicine 24 years in the gutter again, I’m losing it I’m losing it Everybody’s acting like they’re all alright I can barely get myself to sleep at night, I’m sick of it Yeah, I’m sick of it Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-Glorious Sons

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Live Mi

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The cannibals have eaten All of the good choices Beseech the gladhanders Upon the beach of glamour One shoe too large One sock too small Selling all the lamest fashion At the brand new unnecessary shopping mall Overpaying spoilt youth to be rude To the people who need the work the punishment rarely meets a crime the shine is off poor dustbin grins the Tower is crumbling and the mad scramble for bread boxers boxing in boxers with martial art run from the wind and rain I’m feeling something here some may call it pain some may call it a … Continue reading Live Mi

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fears and faces

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I have written of fear of the faceless and you name me fearless smoky, inky-black opalescence illuminating the dark with ill faces that no longer can find home a draught of bitter with dinner I have read of fear of the faceless and you call me fearful undertones of melancholic habit our hard edge nine-to-five nonchalance yes father I know my numbers .22 .32 9mm .45 10mm .243 .306 7.62mm the cant and wrote of my forebears I know who is saved and who is not but father, why? ‘because it is the way it has always been’ the tagline … Continue reading fears and faces

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Arithmetic

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Pop goes your weasel in mellifluous cloud of unknown gasses carotid arteries of the woe-begones I can no longer think with a hole in my head Incontinent, as time shits the slow minutes that weep through the barrier of ill intentions and seep out like plasma onto the subsurface of our minutiae retrovirus of pandemic spreading fingers inside a body to enrapture and assimilate for the survival of the whos and whats and the gun-metal wants of the wardog rabid malcontent I have witnessed biting his fleas in my fenced back yard electric eyes don’t blink and never shed tears … Continue reading Arithmetic