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The Unabridged Version of the American Dream

Bundles of glass tapped with insurgency gripes. I was never the type to trip laces for wires. Formaldehyde fires in the hypodermic cask brighten and widen with residual flair. Everywhere … Continue reading

September 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

The Pick Up Artist’s Sonnet

Give me the time of day, and I’ll give you the best fuck you’ve ever received. I have no reason to deceive you. In case of an emergency, break the … Continue reading

September 19, 2014 · Leave a comment

He Used to Be Cool

A whole lot of rocks and boredom. Once the shock wore off, he sold his belongings and dove headfirst into anonymity. Roving chemical trails assail the treeline, and mist prevails … Continue reading

September 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

A Caffeine Crash and a Sunrise

It’s the grievous way in which the hand moves to conceal the face of the clock, the way I feel more alone as I watch the sun open up the … Continue reading

September 9, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mug

The yellow mug on the table is the worst example of abstract expressionism. The yellow mug on the table wants to grow arms and pin me down. The yellow mug … Continue reading

September 8, 2014 · Leave a comment

Somebody Said They Wanted a Poem About a Fist Fight

There I am in the brink again, and the vague personification of writer’s cramp clamping its jaws on my urges. It sure takes a lot of nerve to maintain that … Continue reading

September 5, 2014 · Leave a comment

Written While Sitting Alone Downtown Watching People Drink Beer From Paper Bags

Lift me above these rancid battlements that I might fumigate this painful spread and dissociate the warhead from its violence. This is a chorus devoid of several voices, the ones … Continue reading

September 4, 2014 · Leave a comment
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