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That Hole, It Survives

A ghost sat

on me, relishing

in darkness

my colored

dance with her warm red hugs –

she left me nothing

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Testing Chairs

Confessions

from you create soft

pain, stick me

on gray streets

with orange guns, staring at

me and killing me.

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Where Did I Go?

I had an idea and I didn’t

write it down.

 

The dogs are looking at me

funny, using their beady eyes,

just because I was getting

into my Sibelius

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I Can’t Find Myself

I fall in

to bleak

crevices where

my skin

flows and carves at my

insides, and I ask

myself, Who are you,

old man,

to blister away

time like

hot dogs in

a 7-eleven? or

like humans on a

turquoise lake?

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My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times

And in that

morning, sleep crawls on 

pieces of 

flesh, blisters

happiness, falsifies death

of dark depression

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When I Thought I Was Gone

Roasting death,

Stealing memories,

startling days,

crunchy tan

futures with super balloons

crushing light creepers.

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Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit

Crawl under

skin hiding cupcakes,

make frosted

tempers stop.

Blazing sun arises to

dark, lost souls. Looking.

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One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982

Sliding a-

way, making room for

giant, dark

buildings with

false fronts, reaching and pulling

teeth and hair.

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Dark Sun Through Broken Windows

Waving at

frozen suns, begging

for warmer

lives, seeking

quiet times when love will not

be missing, stolen

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