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Tag Archives: Ace Boggess
to know you haven’t died the empty shell beside a rural route I am not there to cradle you to my throat spin you like a kitten sprouting wings chasing itself through the heavens I grab a memory & pull … Continue reading
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every woman in every film reminds me of you pixilated each recalls your curves your multi-hued eyes your face & hair pale witch who woos the warrior to wrong girl on a train with wide lips & mysteries to solve … Continue reading
goodbye white space so unappealing menacing & mean goodbye lines thin-ruled & black as a mineshaft like all lines aiming for infinity yet finite & now gone ghosts of the dead sing with you skating over thin ice of your … Continue reading
you will die a horrible death you will die stained by newsprint in a gutter unloved you limp club- footed to your grave as if made of bronze your shoulder blades perfect a coming feast for pigeons your eyes my … Continue reading
early the pills pushed keys to open doors behind which a voice huddled cringing in dim light others brightened hues of lipstick roses crumbled in the rain before a mower cut their muddy graves or heightened flavors of coffee & … Continue reading