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become something frail

here is the dirty man with the ruin between his legs bleeding now, he is a palimpsest, a victory we pull his teeth from his mouth, screaming, crying laughing            it’s raining and because we cannot shed our skin you can only … Continue reading

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i shall be dumped where the weed decays

as i walked in the hot kiln sun i saw two men sat beside a haiku pond complete with emerald-pad lilies, swollen frog and blossom that pinked and peaked as i approached one man was made of screeching flesh he … Continue reading

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jocasta awakens from a dream

a breath away from sunrise, she swallows the neon light casts xylophonic slivers on the cardboard walls draped in nothing but a smile she whirls; cyclonic amongst the explosion of monarchs stained glass skippers she holds in her hand some … Continue reading

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