Requiem for a Dream

Shabby, she prayed her hands in mock pursuit of something dreamed Alone, she coughed to clear her throat of the taste of failure Crying, she upheld her arms and gestured at the high god to do something for which nothing could be done Helpless, she fled the dark tunnel of her dreams, abandoned, without a [...]

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Mr. Killjoy

I'm not worth the effort I'm not worth the fare I'm only doing doughnuts I'm strictly wear and tear I haven't purchased anything that costs too much at all I rarely dance or dream or plan or settle in a chair I've gotten over plenty I guess I'm on the run I rarely watch the [...]

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Miller’s Wheat and Wheel and Wisdom

The reason I am striding with the integrity of internal knowingness is because I am rebuilding the doldrums of my existence out of piece-meal artefacts and the general inconsistencies of living without understanding anything at all about God The reason I am growing at a break neck pace is because I am racing towards fundamental [...]

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Marathon of Murders

Un-amalgamated Destruction seeks the lowest common denominator in men, in backpacks, and in the hospitals where the wounded lie. Unbidden, unwatched, unwashed, alone, he seeks intemperate soldiers for another man’s destiny and remorseless ambitions to kill Blinded by unguarded lusts and feelings of omnipotence he dashes across the sky like a babe without arms heading [...]

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Life Flashes

It’s hard to see the changes that have happened since we met the way time rearranges the things we had to get Life flashes catches us in the eye life flashes grabs us on the fly life flashes then it passes but we try We steer by separations white lines along the highway where friends [...]

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Life But This?

What is my life but this kite snagged inside the mist illusions of endings fast times that don’t connect how do I seem to you some people never do what is my life but this shooting star that everyone missed But tonight, tonight I see a golden moon painting a path for me I follow [...]

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Last Age – Earth Day, 2014

Tell me you saw it coming with the clouds that trapped the sun did the glacier leak did the ice cap weep when the last big bear was gone was it a groundswell an earthquake that fouled the final lake or was it just the tricked-up feet of the last age on the run Earth [...]

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God Is

God is a single braid down my sister’s back fingers threading ribbons a dotted track that leads to things I cannot stack in neat piles of coins and schemes and printed reams about cracks in theories of this and that. Perhaps you’re lost or past the point of no return the game is gone the [...]

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Far Gone Beyond

From the far gone beyond and the hot bump beneath from the undaunted long and the growing heap from above and behold and below and by friend he comes regardless of smoke or ken From the smoke in the stair and the hand over there by the sink, by the dam underneath by the span [...]

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Dust and Bitter Apples

When a person indulges another person in the secret wishes of his desires he does so knowing full well that heaven and earth are one united compendium of dust and bitter apples When a person fiddles with matters beyond his comprehension he does unwittingly undo the fabric of life and its calculated ambitions towards redemption [...]

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