prose poetry
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Doll, Dole, Dollar
….I was a cucumber … was a grape … was a pickle …
AXLE OF JUPITER
Here is the announcement: I am waving from Midnight’s throat to express my amplitude of being within the moment, which is sprinting its marathon & heaving chunks on the sidelines.
SUNSHINE BE GoNE GOnE GONe / WHY the hell DOES your PEE SMELL so BAD? / massage parlor
Old Ugly Alfred held his hand outside from the twelfth story bathroom window.
Line / Confusion software
Under grey, only use kills missing. Murmur into shifts of. Slowly.
Shield and other poems
our lady of the flash scan: threat vs hassle, react vs ignore
never the police maybe an ambulance or tell someone else that’s it
Consent to Patience
I write when I´m not tired, I don´t know why, I guess for the pleasure of passing time, and maybe making someone passing later.
Cake / The Rope
I was travelling. The landscape in whose midst I was placed was one of irresistible grandeur and nobility.
Gunmetal Sky
Dying on your birthday would be the ultimate irony, so we’ll avoid street corner gatherings, malls, Purim parties, even poetry that sounds like it was written by someone who would lick a toilet seat on a bet.