Tag Archives: Corey Spencer

Waiting For The Test Results

The sun rises like a cartoon obliterating itself and me like you, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch— I think agnosticism failed us. So did the story I told you about my sexy cousin who once prayed that the big baby she … Continue reading

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While Attempting to Write About the Wonders of a Sunrise

The impossible orange ricochet shine off the aluminum raised-rail cars & the swirling chemical rainbows inside the WOW Car-Wash’s puddles turn daybreak into an ethereal plane that I desperately try to re-create in a poem—but this hulking blackness, this spewing … Continue reading

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Ghostbusters II

When the seasons change to Spring the cavities behind my face fill up with something like the ooze from Ghostbusters II. They called it ectoplasm and said it was made of fear and bad dreams. It filled up the sewers … Continue reading

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