Monthly Archives: May 2014

Untitled Portrait of Girl From Internet

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Syncing in Baths

He stranded me in ultraviolet pick-storms surrounded by satanic crosses on Lincoln avenue. Addressing the concert hall required decoding 666. One more 24 to 2424… it all starts making sense! Riddle this, pull out your tarots: I was two-thirds dressed … Continue reading

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Silk Chardonnay

Curiosity lingers on lazily woven threads dipped in salmon and laid loosely on my skin, charring my charade for what it’s worth. I make a toast like burning sage in hopes to take my fishy smell away or their nosey … Continue reading

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tea for “to:”

wait for the fog to move up side down. then I’ll be left side up down the road with eyes spinning in a saucer where you hid your tees and closed your eyes                                on me.        you knew before,            because … Continue reading

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You are a tangent

coursing through my eager distractions. I fraction, I fraction, I fraction. I am nothing but infinitely drowned and drawn infinitely right in infinity. Right angles depend on some sine within my soul, my whole, and I can’t let go. I … Continue reading

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Crystal Princess Pony

I caught him eating the sun, burnt tongue and gnawing laced bushes, claiming blurred lines between flashes of g-rated stills or poor resolution… Poor pretty Little Pony with golden hair to her knees. Kneeling down on scraped knees. Scraping knees, … Continue reading

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“happy birthday.”

the Romans left out the tails from the tales of mer- babies. but those babies aren’t real. I’ll invert death, snort power, with powder for the babies butt. those babies aren’t high like ancient pitchers stained on display, pouring Sedgwick’s … Continue reading

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pull bullets out of your wallet

to make change for the vending machine. gas station miracles place two aisles of crap, stacked snacks, a fortress for the fat dressed up like a carwash drive-thru. beer cigarettes– check, check. I’m good. you good? check please– keep your … Continue reading

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untitled

there’s a liquid sky with every star posing as incense– as feathers. feathers fall below me; I’m losing my marbles or unwinding these strings. this yarn is glued—plaster holds veins keeping my eyes tucked away it’s superstition– the conch shells. … Continue reading

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How I’d like to be woken up in the morning

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