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Father-Daughter Dance
When I was thirteen years old I got punched in the face.
Betwixt the Columns of this Colonnade
Taste the stomach lining. Taste the intestines. Push your yellow teeth chewing through them.
Book of Hours
two cardinals. wrapped in red & roped in ring. with sticks for the beating.
Gassing Urban Populations
I wonder if the orchestrator
Of these repetitive tragedies
Is thinking to conduct a war –
Calvin Klein
When Barry first saw Calvin Klein lying on the wide shiplap planks of the abandoned hovel’s floor, he thought he was sleeping
Cadaver
The young king’s corpse is badly decayed.
Neurotic
They were in bed together.
TV Dreams
Jamal had tried for so long to resist the threat of sleep, induced by the variety of images on the computer screen in front of him, but his strength was waning.
Agave
Javelins needle the air,
a strange acupuncture.
Twitter Poems
I’ve never had more hope than this.