despair
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Misery Autofiction
I don’t think I quite realized how out of my mind I was when I signed up for this mission.
Mute Burn / Eulogy
I went to the shed. I hadn’t planned to.
The Failson Couplets
Tactically, I swerve between the cars in GTA.
Repetitive Motion Disorder and You
The calluses bleed every night.
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”
Death to Make a Living
Call it naivety, stupidity or a combination of the two; my dumbass thought I could be a writer and actually support myself financially.
The Remedy / Slug Face
Halfway up the hill to Middleton, near to where I had once disposed of a rotten fox skull, I beheld a stationary Fiat Panda with its hazard lights on.
Open Mic
Jack Blakehood was old and ready to be done with all this horse shit.
Some of us are just made wrong / Terri’s Side of Town
I’m grinding the teeth of my heart tonight
behind a Walmart
Fuck This and Fuck You
Beaten piss dog alley way hosts the litter of the damned
Like candles in a study he’d’ve liked to have.