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High Standards
I want the best of life and I’ll not settle for less. I want to sleep on a bed that doesn’t give me back pain, wake up to a fridge with bacon in it. I’d like milk in my coffee. That will help me get to work, where what I’d most like is to toil…
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Morta
Gilded with petrification Many lifecycles of man & beast anoxic lain Drainage disinterred From millennia-locked marshland sump As story out of sculptor’s block revealed This field of posts Marks where a village clung Encircling lakeshore’s cradling womb The precious pull of water These stilted pillars raised Life from lifegiver’s mortal grasp That finally would engulf…
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Holding Myself Back
Now that I’m not holding myself back, what else are my hands capable of? If I ever hate myself, it’s because others taught me. I know how to feel wrong, but I can barely give a reason. Justification is for everyone else but me. I’m 30 & love myself enough not to starve. I stay…
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Did Amazon cancel your pre-order of BELL HAMMERS? Here’s what happened…
Did your pre-order of BELL HAMMERS on Amazon get cancelled? Here’s what happened: Back in January, Amazon committed to handling pre-orders and fulfillment for the October 12, 2020 release of BELL HAMMERS. Many of you pre-ordered from them both in January and now. BELL HAMMERS sold out twice. After learning from many of you that…
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Durmitor
We’re driving Sprawling hills They roll and roll A tiny street Twists and turns But also Wildflowers They’re everywhere. He and I Blue sky and Paintbrush clouds “Ireland,” we call it We’re somewhere else Entirely Somewhere far away From ourselves We hold hands A song plays (I’ve chosen it) Makes us ponder. Our time together…
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wandering man
wandering man brim is snug sun’s Villain, could have been broader, musing scalp soft naked pious nose begs Far From Sufficient, clockface hat ticking yesterday’s rhythm light polluted moon a feral Ribbon pink silence rewards brittle Exhibition; feet’s crunch to nail wafts sugar scents into nostril yawns’ forever whorl. wandering man heavy scentclad boot musk;…
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Thoughts and Prayers
“Tell us what happened two days ago on Monday, April 14th, Mr. Shaw.” I glowered at the hollowed face man sitting at the metal table before me. I could taste the smell on him. It tasted like rotten eggs that had been left in soccer mom’s van in the middle of July. It was a…
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Oedipus Goes into Exile
The frenzied doves are pecking at the eyes of the morning Knocking over the dishes given as provisions for his trip To Colonus. The door closes behind him like the eye of a dying cyclops. He muddles along in a warm puddle of sunny gonorrhea And to find his road of no return he Scatters…
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Hallow’s Eve
I am a box of crayons.My little brother is a dinosaur.My older brother, Jason, is a spider.My dad is probably a Native American.My mom is Minnie Mouse.We’re probably handing out the best treats in the city.Water bottles stuffed with candy.The sixteen-piece.The doubles.Dark chocolate.Nougat. It’s snowing.We’re wearing long sleeves because our costumes don’t conceal us enough.No…
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Meet a Girl at a Bar
You meet a girl at a bar. Here’s how it goes. You came for the gig straight after work because that’s your deal. You work, listen to some music, sleep, repeat. Sometimes you don’t eat but you do your three albums a day like musician does practice. So you go to the gig. Alone. Like…
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that kiss was mine
That kiss was niceI had a dreamI felt the touchWhose lips on mine?Methought, benignYour lips I felt… on mineAnd I was loved by you at lastBeloved, bedeared by you at least…And glad I was,I thought of thee…How sure I was it real to be!´Twas not a crime:That kiss was mine!
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Flowers Beauty
A Flower Blooms, despite its surroundings. With its Stem of Thorns With it’s Roots of Competition. Beauty usurps its surroundings The less to match it, The more to grasp it. We are Human We are blooming. We don’t have to Kill to be beautiful We don’t have to Till the ground to be beautiful. We…