Other Worlds

In other worlds and yet in this one, too Factories of flesh, this smorgasbord of lies Hands were knowing me and hands were memorizing me and hands were forgiveness The hollow ones are coming and there’s nothing we can do … More

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Jackson Pollack’s New York

This is what happens. Every time. Smash. Bang. Not my kisser. Some poor sucker’s kisser. Blood all over my shirt and pants. I remembered Susie. One of these days she’d pull the trigger. A shower of brains. All over the … More

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Between the Lines

we live between the lines in borderless dimensions we cannot hide the simple things we are we ride on backs of tigers to beautify the veins explored we’ll never know to what extent we are machines we let our garments … More

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Robert Mitchum Tough Guy

He had tombstones hidden in the lines on his face and suicide attempts, imagined but abandoned, dripped like honey from his cracked lips. He was conflagration coming and going; fire-water in, fire and brimstone out; a holocaust handshake and a … More

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and then David Bowie died

and John Lennon had been writing dirges to love and war as he laid Jimi Hendrix down to bed for the night and Janis Joplin, with a sexy smile, zipped up Jim Morrison’s pants before she pulled the shotgun from … More

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In Spiritual Berlin

He could not tear down the wall he’d built around his compassion his empathy He’d tried to climb it on more than one occasion but it had proved too daunting He traded his white privilege for a mattress stained with … More

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This Hole You Left

what should we put in these eyes? in this heart? in this hole? there is an empty space, a chasm a mile wide and just as deep in the eyes of those you left behind there is a barren desert, … More

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the Tip of the Nightmare

Arcane things have been forgotten A child’s things Signals and visions and signs The cross and the smile and the sneer have been forgotten They beg remembrance They demand attention but they will not be known They are only seen … More

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Guadaloop, not Guadalupe

The good lady of Guadaloop, not Guadalupe looked down her nose at the good people of Texas and blessed our beef and our pork and our guns and our crazy left turns and our inability to drive farther than five … More

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Scab

Does time truly heal all wounds? Or do they merely scab over to fester under protective shell breeding infection and disease You are my scab Once a bleeding sore worn on the skin visible to all Now covered proclaiming old … More

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