time, out of mind
Skull and muscle Searching eye Operate these bones Live in the godly force of spin Walk, to a purpose All held together by might Night is certain Bright day is not granted One watches the great story.
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Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
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Whistler’s Brother
Do you even realize you’re doing it? some say. I say wut? The whistling! The whistling! They are peeved. Somewhere else, I hear I love it! I say pardon? and get red. I’ll whistle your language whatever it be to pipe you up closer or farther from me.
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something to cry about
what is relax is it Peace how can do is it a leaving is it resignation giving up losing grip is it trusting retiring is it bought and is it something to cry about yes, i think.
MoreMy Man
hunch up those shoulders carry that hollow barrel chest on spindly trembling legs practice your ghostly motions stare obscenely out of eyes like yellowed olives your gates are closed for good and i stand holding you up listening to disconnected mutter while you piss black tar dribbling onto the floor and you say “I’m sorry” […]
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