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Seth
He was wearing a painfully pressed suit. His pants were creased so firmly that they could draw blood. We met on an upper west side sidewalk Across...
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Exit Stage Left
It flicks flared talons, quick to catch a hold on prey - invades adjacent spaces. Insidious, its digits fan and pierce clean flesh. It thumbs its...
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Nervous Laughter in the Church
Flutter-hearted giggles trickle onto the Bostonian airwaves, Leaping the Charles to Rhode Island And telling stories about vans with no air...
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Mind Games
Thoughts swirl around the head of a young girl playing dead her eyes glisten a beauteous black as her final breath leaves and limbs go slack I know...
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Song of Providence
Running scrambled and naked down the cracked sidewalk. The moon sets behind the sun As my heart squeezes up my throat and out my mouth and nose. The...
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Hostile Glorious
Circus freaks and mutilated peddlers Scream obscenities at fictional passers-by The CEO is pleased Roars with laughter to wet trousers The most...
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The City on the Burning Hill
I The late spring sun cuts my backyard in half. My mother says something to me Relaxing in the latticed shade of electrical pylons, But it's muted on...
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- 643 reads
Walnut Shells
I sat on a cotton leaf inside a sour sugar cube While the doctor asked me questions. He was late again today. The walls in this place are thick, But...
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Devil?
I am holding hands with a Devil on a Spring Sunday Afternoon. It is not for the first time and it will certainly not be the last. We have walked...
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Scribbles From the End: Apocalypse Love
The government is coming back today. Their great black bulldogs are coming, Trundling into our grey city And turning its ashy bones to splinters...
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