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Solemn Zeros

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In summary, there was purpose prefecture, pandemonium, permanence fingers frayed stitching ignominious example in grocery-cart aisles uncommon disorders frequently populating God-deserted isles unexpectedly, the vase fell from table untouched it shattered flowers and pottery scattered across the floor as galaxies flowed into void This was all observed and information was documented, annotated. interpretation lost in antiquity, impressions ripple as a neutron star quietly sending out gravitational waves, confusing possibilities of other extents. so often, life will take what we think we know reduce it to a solemn zero; leave us with nothing other than faintest of ideas a notion of … Continue reading Solemn Zeros

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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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Standing in the middle of a dimension

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These be the doors to where it ends, Sister Rose and her omnipresent thorns scratch cataclysms into skin Benevolence begat the violence inconsequential, this monolithic cross to bear, to bare sunstarved soul upon canvas it is reticence, a fear that binds oh and the chill, blue as ice of mighty Titan formed from things colder than any winter storm arrogance, the insistence, tugging of lines that pull the mind into spaces below tresses of vines being insular, convocation of isolation little by little, bit by bit, steering ship a bit further from shore and homes and laughter wont to want … Continue reading Standing in the middle of a dimension

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ragged harmonies

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I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

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Hope, resignation

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you ignited famine, unintentional or not.  We’re starving.  That masochistic flair you dearly love to wear finds us indebted.  We are caught somewhere betwixt hope…..resignation.  whose crucifixion is fair  I DON”T CARE  meek resolution and dirty dish water hands.  Your labia doesn’t speak anymore.  I may have Tourette’s of the soul.  There was a dream where my chest was fire and I was choking as something was crawling up the back of my throat.  I vomited a cancerous snake, dying.  It had two heads and our eyes.  I cannot for the life of me understand what it meant. My otherface, … Continue reading Hope, resignation

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hey, Brooklyn

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hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn

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worm

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immobile artifice immoral statuary of curled lips ponderous predilections hammer gamma rays into collar-bone shards of lust and fallacy, phallus shaped skiffs upon stream of consciousness running toward empty seas of tomorrow buy yesterday to change the way you dress and advertise lies you should think upon all that is said and read red doesn’t always mean blood hounds on scent of peonies in the garden behind your house where you buried past and the next door neighbor nobody knows trouble you’ve seen just like the song keeps playing on every station based in this town you keep living like … Continue reading worm

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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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raw

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what do you say in the velvet aftermath? there is distance a kind sort of anger greens so loud they turn blue in sound of gone baby gone and hey, it’s hanging on that sometimes hurts most wrapped in barbed wire harder to work free when tangled entangled as two atoms can be knowing everything about the other remaining a universe apart gate is there; it’s just infinitesimally small stand better chances of burning in rain vice is worn spite turns to regret for the painful refrains falling upstream quelling capture worship frail release, wounds will not fester when the … Continue reading raw