September 2011
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Tap Water
Can I gets minerals with my water? Enjoyable critters they creep through time and end up as nutrients for our bodies.
“Oh dude I don’t drink tap water, gross”
What we need is more products in our lives. We need Brita filters. There’s too much sand in this food, in this water and my snobby girl’s pussy. We need instruments, gadgets and solid flavor injectors. We need blissful tanking tranqs...
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August 2011
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Sketch No. 8
He tried,
But god never believed him.
Eyes whisking the peerless, bawdy sky,
Pleads echo and ring around him,
Endlessly efficient and organized too,
From psalms to that pieinthesky hail mary,
All weapons were sharp and loaded.
His troubles would be done for.
Penetration never came,
Disgust.
Hammered Joe the job,
Ask nothing of god,
And you shall certainly
Receive.
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Sketch No. 7
Small, concise movements of total efficiency (within logic of Joe)
drove him.
Each inch gasps with woolen coughs as he performed in his prime.
The first, a destitute blur of blue hiding in the corner
away, away, away.
Upstairs was maroon. The cries… too loud. Efficiency lost, poor Joe is all in a dither.
Down the curtains, down the light,
Oh primal rhythm, such primal might.
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Sketch No. 6
Replaced, replicated,
And hell has finally frozen over
Completely.
Bleeding, sucker punched freedom
Looked upon the face of
Absolution.
Well I suppose that
Joe is finally free.
It’s noon. The church bells
Ring callously.
The blossoming bidding begun thus:
She longs for another.
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Sketch No. 5
Committed and tragically unaware,
light flowers, light win(d)s
over the bedroom window, and we find Joe.
Snake-bite sunlight lashes out
over his face.
Prompts are clear as day, cold as clay, blissfully
un-coded and coddled directions.
To get out.
Famished Joe rummages through her hair
cooling collective cancer of the mind, the leopard spots
of Joe catch wind and total recall.
Stained...
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Nothing: Volume 3
A gradient sky hovers over this polluted waste. My window keeps getting larger and larger, and my left and right have never seemed farther away. College is a waste of money. Work ethic is hard to come by, and even though my window is stretched as thin as the soap on a bubble wand, I am being choked by it.
There’s a couple of schools and public housing that hover about the grounds of Temple,...
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Sketch No. 4
Spineless, Joe wanders out of the 7-11.
Opaque, flustered skin hollowing itself out.
He’s perfectly bored.
The mood is indigo, Sky has been splitting hairs.
Succumbing to ‘sin’, He stirs at comfort.
Comfort slinks back, unsure, unaware.
Unthinkable. and just imagine…
How much work he has to do after this minor hang up. Life is getting in the way of things.
Oh, Bother.