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Knife vertical thrust between the temples. Spoon dose twice a day ‘til the headache subsides, forget the forks. Lukewarm wine; molding shape the bread. Rooms in this home scatter like a lost pup circling the fire hydrant while flames engulf the dollhouse mansion. Went from running with a pack of wolves to cat napping without them. *Ring ring* *Ring ring* *ring-* I pick up the phone with a grown-up approach, “Hi mom, I pulled a woman outta a hat and sawed her in half.” She said, “That’s good, you’re always in my prayers.” I said, “No, I’m always in the streets and now I’m on the

Grand crayon daydream coloring chaos. Dry scapegoat landscape in an empty herd bottleneck effect. Charge the villagers pennies, wine, and cotton candy as communal giving to witness as one disgruntled red handed villain picks apart my ribs. At full harvest moon I heard the vultures will be circling, purging on my hung caress by high noon. Second coming tsunami Kraken shedding tears. I was up all night, with a bruised chest and rusty nails, boarding up my bedroom window to block the storm coming from my nightmare.

I’ve seen an angel stitch a wing with a harp string. Aviation swerving down to catch its reflection cleansed itself in the undercurrent. Walking bones could steal the breath from a newborn’s lung Quicker than you could put a hand over mouth to protest a slippery tongue. Recluse covered in a blanket of cobwebs, bury a part of itself deep under a fingernail. Pencil stroked alpha to the zed smeared canvas filling the belly of Atlantis. Some are rusty dirt aqualung bottom feeders while some back up against the surface with that blowfish kiss. Mother earth split the seven seas and Father Time’s hourglass cracked leaky salt al

We found each other at the top of cloud nine, playing me like a peasant, teaching me a lesson about how I could never sip your wine. Maybe I over watered my lawn… …or maybe I like being the soaked ground your feet walk on. I’ll keep evaporating ‘til I’m nothing more than dry soil and weeds… …or sink slowly into a hole because we know it’s hard to crawl out on empty wants and needs. We lost each other at the bottom of a catacomb, playing me like a fiddle in the middle of the flames wherever you roam Maybe I overfilled my cup… …or maybe I like being the set of lungs your ocean fills u

Countless drawn out rides being run over by an automobile. Swerving, leaking gasoline, tossing a match out of the pneumonia hole. Came upon a cliff, put the transmission in neutral and watched as the tires roll. Just want to sink into the deepest part of the sea before you can say “woe is me.”

Fire me up with a big bang boom. I didn’t invent gunpowder, I was the corroded bent barrel. I didn’t push the swing, my moods were more balanced. Alpha sent from grace to deliver the world from rabid hounds. Half full moon might shine when there’s a sapphire sky purging all over your pretty pale pearls spoken pardons. Sowed the feathers of Icarus dream with threads just to watch it go up and unravel. I had an epiphany living deep down inside of me… …buried beneath my impulse lays a dusty dirty pulse. Fire me up with a big bang thought. I did invent gunpowder, with the one-eighty degree sharp shot. I did push th

Every bottle that she tipped, he filled with emotion. Bigmouth never managed to land his staggering foot in it. Her clock ran silent, they chuckled out, one twenty-something broken, and the polar with no intent to commit. Couple bought a cheap motel room, broken glass refurbished the flooring. She with the llelo, he con gusano soaked mind filled adoring. Next was the couch, self-medicated comatose sex. Sun burnt lights off the Venetians. Inside milky cloud rainy season. Happily together from complex to rough. Hex marked the spot when his paychecks weren’t enough, to rebuild her flurries back to mid-face avalanche. Running dry…

Medusa flowed premenstrual dysphoria through her messy head and Zeus caught tuberculosis and coughed up blood. And I stood with a hand stretched out, splitting the stream while passing out slippery handshakes. Where are you going to hide, when the sun refuses to shine? Probably chilled to your broken bones trying to produce a bent spine. Tainted pierce from a sadistic cupid crooked arrow. Last shot administered rapidly to help implement the hounds. Whoosh and thud. Knowing no bounds. Sailed out into the red tide and reached dry land just to watch as that ark began to sink. I was a message in a bottle, but abandoned the SOS to bottleneck