I stared into the parallel universe of the bus windows reflection finding the familiar without them noticing me; the kindred we’d never know but always found through music. We knew we were heading in the same direction, same concert, same night. The girl with her head half shaved and headphones two sizes too big. The boy with a longboard and a half sleeve. The...
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All signs pointed towards pay attention. Foxy Shazam had yet to take the stage and the room was already a mass of shifting sweat packed into a graffitied brick room with a roof so low it had to warrant some fire code violations. The room was full of the faces of the faithful we’d seen at every show. We knew what to expect and...
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there is a moment

when I feel it

it’s worse on sunny days

more beautiful

in autumn

when the leaves lay down

and forget they were trees

it’s the moment I remember

all my heroes are dead

and I’m not quite sure

who I am

and she asks if

I ever knew

with the same sarcasm

and

I wrap my arms

around...
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She had gorgeous hair, blue-green eyes and enough scorn to make me hate myself comfortably. But I loved the way she felt in my arms and she loved my dementia so when it was good it was good. The day had been bad; the night good, and the morning showed up hung-over. I had, under duress, left her irresistibly beneath my sheets. I had to...
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He’d started at the corner Bistro.

A homeless man in drag,

Shouting obscenities towards the incognito.

At first his lines toward cappuccino,

In cleverness seemed to sag.

He’d started at the corner Bistro.

But soon those fearing rancid peepshow,

Gave him food inside a bag.

Shouting obscenities towards the incognito.

And so to him, this dirt stained Calypso,

Was shoved the package of...
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boney arms of a dust lain grist

breast pocket made of quilt

& skin pulled too tight to the wrist

he howled and hissed

in a deep, tar-stained lilt

boney arms of a dust lain grist

through notes set adrift

he threw them their guilt

& skin pulled too tight to the wrist

His song without shift

from memories unbuilt

boney arms of a dust...
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These blistering thoughts run through my head, congregating behind my eyelids. It’s enough to wake up, find food, then get it up three flights of stairs just to sit and stare at my computer screen and not actually write a damn thing.

‘Jesus,’ she had said. ‘Why don’t you just get fucking laid!’

‘No, no.’ I said. ‘Right now I’m depressed, but...
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Bodi O. Salmus saw a duck holding a rifle.

‘I understand.’

Said Bodi…

The duck said ‘Quack’.

‘Your religion lied to you duck.’

‘And it’s lying to you still.’

Said Bodi…

The duck said ‘Quack.’

‘One day the government will come and take your pond.’

‘Then where will you be.’

Said Bodi…

The duck said ‘Quack.’

‘The world is full of deceit and there...
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Everything in life eventually smells like sex and applesauce. And maybe that’s all life is…

I was in a cafe about fifteen minutes from my den. I’d finished reading Tales of Ordinary Madness and had begun thinking my blanket was trying to kill me. It was fuzzy and warm and I think it was jealous of my tattoos; and the whole thing freaked...
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