Away up high in the Sierry Petes, Where the yeller pines grows tall, Ole Sandy Bob an’ Buster Jig, Had a rodeer camp last fall. Oh, they taken their hosses and runnin’ irons And maybe a dog or two, An’ they ‘lowed they’d brand all the long-yered calves, That come within their view. And any…
Your devils know what hour aglow laid waste the neon throes a clacking unequivocal on leather soles did utter words of rock and…
Drunk with diligence, the deed was done-I had overlooked betrayal germinating before an onslaught of duplicitous gestures. Les anges Inebriated with beer and Satie’s…
The hallway was long and marbled. Whispers skipped on cold floors. And I was blind there, naked and golden ratioed at the rayless end. Me as prisoner prayed in murmurs, beneath cool sheets, in profound Orphic slumber. In both places did I chant synchronicuntical requiemus. Impetuously strumming at the strings of a…
What southern lords did delve in luxury, with tapestry in forest green and silver coated golden fleur de lis, all but one…
What It Means Again To Write
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Satie, I summon thee, thy ivory keys… Miller, must thou metamorphocysts cower in this modern age, grand sir? Chanting now, Oh Chandler! Art thee shamefully…
The Repeating Paradox In Your Ear
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It began with the duplicitous dyslexia of waning weather, with her splintering wheels stuck in the dreadful mud, surcingly singing sirens of…
Lost Myself Upon A Dare
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The lullaby incongruent and dissonant, lacerated further cries. We begin this way, always, you and I. Waves crashing against monoliths betwixt the foggy haze outside a modern windowed home. Crowded and alone. Seagulls sing not of you. Hunting always hunting that old prey; feet striding through the years. Once adobe, now…
Almost Over
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Have a seat, exhale, tilt your head to the right, now the left, inhale…slowly. Now lean in a little. Don’t forget to blink from time to time. Follow these words. Allow them to take you away–if for a moment, elsewhere. Keep in mind a proper posture. Allow the noises that surround you to numb you…
To Right Upon Your Wrongs
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The blankets believed in me blindly as they coiled tightly about my trembling limbs: warm, velvet vampyres slithering in my slumber, with the protective guise of the hailing blizzard outside, my eyelids flitted under the forcing pulse of a dying flickering candle light, sweat dripped from my brow, neck, and chest, and I moaned your…