Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
This afternoon, I went to the market. As I was locking my car, I noticed an old man in the driver’s seat of a van. His head was down, as if sleeping, and my idle mind thought “Oh, he’s probably having a nap, waiting on the wife.” In about fifteen minutes, I came back out. […]
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Somewhere in the back alleys of the city’s older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building’s cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could…
Lay on the bed Body like lead It’s already half past the noon Swallowing guilt For this brick wall you’ve built That blots out the sun and the moon The Doc gave you pills For the cure of these ills But you still feel like going to Confession And you cannot revive Or feel half […]
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