tonight at 9
the river turned yellow and the people, they’re very sensitive “tonight at nine,” they say, “we’re going to line up one by one” and dance to heavy metal that glows orange in the sunlight… this is one of many signs,…
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poetry
Xi the Dream-Ripper
the shit cake is big, said Xi. even if we beat, smash, and burn the nether regions of the internet propaganda department, mind their blocked terms, and celebrate with an underpants party, the poisoned vegetable government will pay its respects.…
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How I View Things
She never knew she was a dream, dreaming her own past, from a future where living symbols create aeons of being. She never knew that the art she curated, the selfies and music on the devices she thumbed, echoed forward…
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there is another
there is another country, then there is another sea what wasn’t and what’s never been is a place without your me there is another passage, though a distant century what memories cannot bestow is time without your be
look at the little people vary
they’re happy little people very smiling, hugging, touching each other they’re happy little people oh, and then they’re fighting such mad little people very sad, crying, scowling, shouting but then they’re back happy little people they have families friends histories…
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my box of wires
my box of wires follows me wherever I go its cardboard holds true to the whether I know its contents keep churning while seeming to grow and even when I’m purging it’s never that low it most often helps me…
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your makeup makes me want to clean you off
from toe to head with flowing water and a brush stiff with the hope of past regrets
feed the beast
open bin missing bag one of the best i’ve ever had been airing out the entire day ever since you’ve been away fed the beast’s hungry maw scraps of fruit and veggies raw but hunger’s not the only liar there’s…
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