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A pack of wild dogs seem to have been set loose somewhere, it seems, in the vicinity of Chicory Lane.

Or maybe it’s wolves…

Jill is lying next to me, sleeping, naked in her brother’s bed, after some pretty good lovemaking. I kissed the tattoos all over her body, as if they were Catholic relics or something. I drank her tears, sucked them up as...
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Incorruptible Saint
(copyright 2021 Michael S. Walker)
Lots of fingers in lots of pies
Lots of people
Taking an eye for an eye
Lots of women
That have their goods for sale
Lots of Ahabs
Chasing whales
Lots of sour that I
Don’t wanna taste
Just wanna be
An Incorruptible Saint
Lots of worker bees barely alive
Making no honey in a factory hive
Lots...
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henrythevamp:
If any musicians on here wanna set these to music, that would be awesome.
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That morning, sleeping in Geyer’s aluminum coffin, I had a strange dream.

I dreamed that I was on that beach in Florida. Where I first saw the ocean all those years ago. And in the dream, I was again kneeling in the sea oats in my bum clothes. Staring out at that watery horizon where giant waves broke in the dark. I felt, in the...
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Key West (copyright 2021 by Michael Walker)
I remember riding in a convertible
In Key West, in Florida
Looking for a glimpse of Key deer
While we sped along.
I was having a hard time
Believing such a fragile one
Existed
Believing
While you thumbed the radio
Searching for SOLID GOLD.
The sun was shining
But Hemingway’s house was
Unfortunately, closed.
I made it my...
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Untitled (copyright 2021 Michael Walker)

The future of the world

Walks out of high school

And down

A crooked

Street

It is three o’clock

Much closer

To midnight

The surmountable

Problems

Grow

Insurmountable

But the fourth quarter

Was great

And somewhere

Offstage

Billionaires

Congratulate each other

On that project

These children

Know nothing of these

They walk down that street

Scrolling through

Smart phones

Exchanging...
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I wish I could feel the same Excitement

I felt as a kid

Over a gumball

Or fireworks at the drive-in.

I wish I could plummet

Down Hudson Hill

On my two-wheeled Schwinn

My heart

Going faster than those wheels.

Every day now feels

Gray

Clocked in

Every night

Is a drunken

Cheshire grin.

I wish I could feel

The way I felt when I...
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