• poetry

    naris blood

    naris blood / d w / a scab / d history of a grub / d n dragging stare , trails flood / d w / puny n pungent specKs of perfumed decay floating  in the bacK – alley , gutter overflow / d w / bloat / d n spongey pests w / wet / d manes n mat / d furs . cross – leg / d stranger cloaK / d in tatter / d threads of mystic , gently whistles on the sidewalK , serpents unbury / d by pungi , yanK / d w / hums of slumber into pretty wicKer prisons , recoil / d…

  • bored
    prose

    bored

    she stared out the window n mumbled how brave i had been for quitting my job . ” brave ? ” i asK / d w / my eyebrow cocK / d , ” you know i hated that job . “ ” yeah ” she replied w / a shrug liKe we ‘ re supposed to hate our job . ” that made it easy . “ ” well , ” her necK twisting to remonstrate w / me , ” i could never do that . “ ” quit something you hate ? “ ” i guess , ” she sigh / d . i tsK / d . ”…

  • poetry

    mimicry

    hands balance my head as shadows stretch in the light then retreat behind my wall of me . hidden from view . empty room where the truth is spoken , but never leaves . groans escape me muting unripe ideas . Keep them mumbled . let them grow . first impressions fade to the last w/ only one chance . electric zizz penetrates through the tirelessly nurtured noiselessness , mucKing my foundation ; I sinK . stolen words scream  for my attention ; but are those words mine ? regurgitated thievery that is forever imitating all that’s been recycled, before . inspiration whisper / d in a voice not my…

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