Poetry
By the-real-jaw
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The Parasite Pities Its Host
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The Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines
All philosophies condense to a line, with time, and all songs dwindle to a single sooty melody and even if you sawed the locks off your senses even...
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The Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests
I I want a dirtier sunset with tar and molten waste Got it? Give me sewer pipes that spew and rusty black scaffolding dewed with distillate of...
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cradled over cold rails into the 21st century
Hello, I’m Stef-Stef Whacket, and I come from your planet, just another sperm walking this flooded toilet, frankensteined from genetic alphabet and...
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dancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes
Outdoors the air is hostile and nervy, it bothers glam willows and the swan navy, and me, a slug hunched in a shell jacket, haunting the canal and...
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O O
way back at the beginning of time all reality except us was a cold corporate hallway and her body was my daily bread we made the trees shout before...
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you
okay let’s see you’re in debt your significant other left you for a profile pic you feel most alive when you’re on drugs I know you you failed the...
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Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire
I unsolved a few mysteries (a good night’s work) then strutted the morning streets with a candle in my head, half-believing that everyone was...
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Some Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover
but here I lean swigging black beer listening to colleagues diss cocaine and curse and reminisce about the binges of yore every drink hardens my...
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Apart
Unless she focuses, the universe reverts to void. Unsettled by emptiness, she creates an apartment: oddly familiar walls and couches coalesce, and...
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The Thief & The Thief
Night and day are like two table racquets smacking Gerhardt back and forth, and every contact with the blue or black paddle ages him visibly. At 19...
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Song of Discipline
You have to cultivate obsession. Read dirt and decode clouds. You must become detective of your own mind, and uncover the gruesome secrets that’ll...
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Exhaling Stars
I exhale galaxies in my sleep. Behold my right hand: its fingers are light years apart, five pale towers clothed in gulls and clouds. On each...
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Black-Collar Worker
Hot evening in my pet rotting parkette: I notate as chubby bugs buzz through foliage above an impromptu bohemian jamboree like a dystopian Midsummer...
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After He Did What He Was Always Gonna Do
He pushes her away just in time to save himself, then flees sweating onto the treadmill, and room after room, city upon city, sky atop sky, flower...
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V,
I remember checking the schedule to find when our shifts crossed, and how you stayed late talking to me. How it cost me to approach you, the...
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The Hairy Cross That Bears Itself
Audio God and I broke up when I was eleven; I didn’t like the way he talked to me. Religion is the curse laid on the living by the dead. So now it’s...
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In Winter
Audio In winter I shut the windows and seal the bright noise; I breathe old air, and the birds become strangers, and my head a stifled womb in no...
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Unknowing
Audio My enlightenment began as a mute explosion of colors but multiplied into the dazzling panes of a deck of mirrors; what seemed transparent was...
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