Monthly Archives: April 2015

out

out get it out every fractured drop every isotope of violation and run.

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supervisor

suervisor riding in the car for the first time i am struck by the speed and siren and yes, the gun he asks, do you know how many times i wanted to pull it but never did? we stop to … Continue reading

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station

station is this on i can’t seem to find a signal you came in so clear from the start. tumbled bottles on keyboards unbuttoned shirts you and me always from the start dialing through frequencies. this station is on but … Continue reading

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that time i worried that i was michael douglas in wonder boys

…yeah, i saw the movie before the book and i watched it three times before reading the book. three times! can you believe it? i always liked michael douglas, we share a name. and toby maguire was good too, remember … Continue reading

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a discussion of the heart in two years

a discussion of the heart in two years was his heart discovered, (at last) or was it left in its destroyed womb, a capillary burst jousting with iron equations? perhaps it was born too late, this heart forever in combat … Continue reading

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our motion has always been constant

our motion has always been constant these things happen like thunderstorms in february you don’t feel them coming until the shingles are gone and you’re knocked down taciturn, tasting your blood in the gravel of your past regret. it is … Continue reading

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fragment

…calm, breathing raindrops through my eyes. what settles will be a deeper silt of forgiveness. i am a dictionary and words sometimes matter and can paired with actions in a quilt woven by tears. no mantles will define me but … Continue reading

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assassin

assassin let’s undress you can see me my bible is open my white chest is spilling my garters are only held by the chosen part of your thighs let’s undress your binocular fingers are all over me your legs are … Continue reading

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overheard

…in the midst of a drive without peace, i stop for gas and overfill the tank; the gasoline devours my knuckles and it is good.  good to feel pain, to not reach for the comfort of salt or oils.  i … Continue reading

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letter from charlotte

Author’s note–This is still in rough form but very meaningful to me. Revisions may occur later this evening. letter from charlotte let me tell you when they say it gets better that’s bullshit so let’s get that out of the … Continue reading

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