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Archive for July, 2018

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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