Empty me of these etiquettes, these ring a round rosies I play along to, like the laws I follow when they go my way, the dead dreams turned to labyrinth and rabbit rings. Slow me of these jumbles and intersections, the mind spinning out this rough cut cloth, the so thens and what ifs. Shit out the jingles set deep in framework, hardwired from the...
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The hot black coffee lolls upon the tongue between deep dive breezes and the scraped clean blue of the scorching sky. We live amid the wounds, every molecule seeking the easiest state, washed clean by breath and ablution. We steam and fume, melt and plume, struggle and dust all at once. Our labors and our creeds cull our strength and spirit, serving a set of...
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The wind in the leaves strums the sweltering sun, a laden shimmer and a blinding flash, all that a star might leave spinning in its wake. The thick air stirs enough to bump shoulders and stand too close, staring heavy too near your face, that feeling that it would all be tolerable if you just had a little more room to breathe. The aging day...
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The dream breaks out past the dress up, the costumes and offices and all the naked emperor jazz that goes along with it. You wake all meat and bone, bound by the same old bonds, caught up in the same old cages. The whole ball of wax, all the monkeys by the barrel, the stacks for stacks and stacks— all breath and spittle, from the...
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Comes a time the times are the trouble. Comes a day that there’s not so much a choice as the countdown of some suspect package, left all wires and spinning digits, waiting to unleash some unknown quantity as the minutes peel away. Burning cars and shooting stars, the professional goons and their rabid compliments of evil nitwits and other craven unfuckables upon the streets making...
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The hours climb the long steps, through the forest and up the mountain, straight past the observable sky and beyond the ken of all the obligatory stars. They tell the length of every take, chewing scenery in months and miles, strumming along and beating the boards front to back. Soon the calendar swaps dogs, and the words do the say so, strung along in dry...
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The gray tide of sky held a warm wind to the whet of the world, the thick spill of heaven pushed into the earth until it trails scintillating sparks and myriad blooms. With the bitter on my breath, the black coffee’s warm regards spill from my tainted tongue. I sit, spewing plumes of smoke and respirated air, watching the leaves slow shudder as if in...
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I’m sitting though not knocked down, though that did happen a little earlier. My skull is ringing on the beaten end of bone. Looking away I misplaced my eyes and walked into one for the team. The stars weren’t quite shooting, but I was well aware they were there. Distance points pinning down the particles. The busy blaze and the tail end of the fall....
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Head shaved and showered close to clean the lights went out again. Lit by the dim glow of an old battery powered emergency light, a blue apparition staring through the shower door from across the room, I continued my ablutions staring into the suddenly impenetrable shadows in the corner of the stall. They gathered and thickened, awakened to my attention, playing the abyss that stares...
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It doesn’t matter what you have in mind. It doesn’t matter how you choose your words. The hitch in your giddy up, the stone in your shoe, the song in your precious little heart. You don’t get to pick the poison, you don’t get a say at all. The heat rises and the world closes in. Small sad rooms and throw away lives. The ceiling...
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