AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Stewing in the green
You know, don’t you. You can tell. I sit in the greenery, but perceive only symbols. All of its inhabitants seem impatient, as if to chide me for this microscope of mine. I am strafed with ill-considered bullets, held down with malice, but find a friend in an unlikely place.
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A pyjama morning,and I’m barefoot on the splintery deck.Creamy coffee smoke’s rising,and a gull’s keen scream beats up a warbler’s song.There’s a sun-gotten image of a fulsome treetrapped and cancelled between smoky panes.Inside, I speak to a machine, who answers tritelyin the accent of the day.
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Silken trauma
On a night,a web walked into.The sudden shockof snapping spidersilkgloving the face and earswith stacatto sounds.I think of distant fireworks,and sweaters pulled from the dryer.
MoreEmpty, Within
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my mouth fills With the … Empty, Within
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Sun of God
The sun’s in streamers Caloric redeemers Limbic in their sway Iambic in their deepened beat of day
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