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What’s hidden is a picturesque solution
sacred tunnels like a 5 o’clock ashtray with all bullying and derision manifested to escape your new decision rest like warrants on the car’s dash camera to funnel out with...
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The Piano Juries (In the Septic Town)
I never gave width to faith, it employs more destroyers than 7th ave. seven months into your own trial where vacations rest for leisure I took my own small town...
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I was there
I was there I looked I listened I told you look there look there I told you it was right in front of you. How could you take this for...
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New chapbook: The Ambush of Time
“A fucking bereavement” The Ambush of Time
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The dance from God tonight:
A gentleman has to take it like an ant
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Confessions of a splinter at an ant-like end
yesterday I forgot about you crawling though the house wearing splinters like lost dens there was a picture we captured it was hiding in our repressed faces now drawn to...
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It’s not like that
no. it’s not like that. the west chamber through the Brooklyn sidesteps. like cylinders in the myth.
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the longest five minutes of his life
through the allegory and PJs through aggregated war like the threat of a combat zone only stood her at the park dare the memory return to my assets we were...
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beauty and celebration in the creation in the dismissal of unclaimed art
now goes a reverent heart through the ashbeats of relevant time now ashes the disposed hours for the house journey of collective wastelands like a temple inside a seed, where...