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Exit Survey
Everyone does it these days.
Loathing and Depth / Rotten
I was called to feast from the depths of moldy, plague-smelling,
cramped alleys. I’m the Eater of Sin.
Metalhead Dave and Max in “Adventures in the City” / Insomnia Rotisserie Merit Badge
I’d give it a 7.
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.
Torment
The morning sun reached the centre of the sky. Even in full brightness, Lakhinath Kaman looked like a ghost.
18/12 / massacre
comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction
Thwarted by a Line of Diatomaceous Earth
1989, I snuck into the shuttered
Ruin of the Granada Theater.
The Mortal Anus
Everyone knows that you shit yourself when you die.
5 Poems
and I heard
this lawyer say
“oh my god that’s every lawyer’s dream,
to represent someone on death row
who is facing execution by the state”
The Blinding Light
I’m still fumbling with the dial on the combination lock when the second bell rings. I’m going to be late.