Category: poetry
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I lamp heads, slaughterness, mistaken snakehounds zapness, crudeville, old man nose first time, last time, who knows realness I forgot my face at the last ride and the carnival is winding down. I’m in a race to find it so I can see with my own eyes…..what is real and not real II halfshank roadblock…
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She wound the notes of her favorite song Tightly around he finger Until it cut off her circulation And she could use the limb no longer A self inflicted wound of permanent proportions A sad scar And tribute to her inability To take off the rose-colored glasses And let go of old tired notes
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the thin red line hung in the air wanting to be tasted by a lonesome ear and then devoured by a lonesome soul A cloudy wisp floated past obscuring the line for a second but once this passed the line was clearer than ever it twisted and struggled with its own identity until it realized…
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the stars were beyond counting dreams beyond dreaming and birds beyond flying when the end arrived we knew it would end like this and that is why we always counted the stars and dreamed our dreams so we would know the difference
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The lizard has lost its manners and is pulling a grumpy scowl across its faceThe blue flower strays lackadaisically in the windTall towers stroke the skyWe’ve lost our minds but we haven’t yet lost the universeA half formed thought streaks across the sky in plaid lettersWhat do the letters say?We don’t know.We’ve lost our language…
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their dreams were wisps of smoke they prayed for rain through the understated mahogany of the treesthe dotted stars faded in the morning but the wisp prayers still hung in the air unable to be blown away in new gusts of windonly the softly falling drops that finally came three months later finally washed away…
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stillness halts and lingersignoring the fantasy of truthignoring the framework of deceptionand puts me on my guardI cancel the stillness with an obscene amount of mental motionmy stillness feels like boredomso I break its bonds and think I’ve found freedombut until stillness can be stillfleeing it only leads to an illusion of freedoma sticky web…
