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Just A Dream
The vile’s are filling from the back of my knee. One full of life, a gifted excretion, the other full of poison, waiting to take the former’s place. I am set out to chill. Overnight. Alone. I don’t...
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The Under Water
Dreams are being dreamed in the fog, tonight I am a wanderer. Lost with Fish Ghost’s, sleeping under the sea. I have forgotten how to breathe, not quite forgotten – It is destiny that calls me. Wake me...
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A Secret
“There is a dream outside. I am dark and imagined and I can’t wake up….” I have forgotten how I write. My voice is with the calendar, in the cemetery, dusting off a bottle. The sun has moved in on...
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Oh
Oh, dear Satan, your delicious merchandise finds me tender. I am a raw sunflower gasping for clean air, for rare light to open my thin arms and feed my beginning. I could be a generous gift, a miracle...
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Away With The Night
You who are with me, who ache with me, please, lay still, hold your breathing – we are sinking we sink, beneath wings of bad mothers, through sad voices of home our dead limbs fall off, our bones sleep...
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In A Dream
Pig snouted soldiers strut like heavy cannons, over dry wild desert weeds I tumble behind a boulder maybe twelve or thirteen I had not met the cycle yet of Mother Earth and her Moon The others slept in...
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Three Minutes In
Three minutes in – I am a dream. Have you ever been met by a mirror? Twisted like eyebrows in confusion. Steel eye compartments ready for battle. Nail my head to the floor, my only choice is to look up...
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Am I New
Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself, to change, to change, you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed, but we run on desert time, at devil lake I wish I was, a reservoir,...
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Inside Of A Sleep
You have gone. There is no now, just used to; cement packed into Earth fragments. Ironic, it is, that solidity above the surface is made from what lies beneath. Think about – oh how you can’t! I miss...
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Wings Of Amity
Is my dead name happening? September, my quickest friend. Who waits for who? Each night, your hands part my lips, delivering the wise bees. My throat tickles from his telling wings, his impossible...
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