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I drank too many Shakesbeers and got a little Ashberied thought I was Jim\'s Morrison maybe even Emily\'s Dickinson but it turns out I\'m just another modern poet my name means nothing and my sentences run

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Hold in cough/illed the rye has been captured and our rewards have been distilled although nothing has been learned our dispositions say quite the opposite an atrophied smile roses are red nose with glazed eyes sitting on top of it

sold in a box filled with more … Continue reading Dance of the Gardenias

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Inoculate the bell tolls to hear itself toll automatic pragmatic you’ll always be a tot unless you walk across the coals you’ll always be a robot as long as you live in a world without a soul

blister yourself a man tie the knot that hangs your … Continue reading Great Expectorations

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Rip me in half my sweet bleeding daughter have the town painter draw me for a quarter as my one becomes two I’ll tie the ropes myself just to show how much I love you

we can laugh at each other’s ear bleeds we can sit and … Continue reading Draw Me For A Quarter

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She was so sensitive that the raindrops would wound her little pin sized black and blues stared back in wavy glass she covered them up with baby powder before she went to mass never took communion because she didn’t want to commune with anyone drowned all her … Continue reading Pin Sized