Terminal mk. 93

I don’t want love I deceive love,the very core of it, the partlike a half crushed grapeon a gray sidewalk. I wish I didn’t talk and sat here silentlyon the torn up couchthe dogs rip outthe guts of almosthopefully. The daylight is enflamedand so is every nightthe stars look likethey’ve sipped on too much mercury. […]

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Pins And Needles

I pull the twinearound my wristuntil my hand is dead,and watch the dark bluespread all over meuntil nothing’s red. I want more of everythingto be able to justifymy nothingnessto everyone still hoveringbetween the grocery storeand city bridge whereall of it is cloudybut connected. All these people intheir winter coatsafraid of any absenceof their elevator music,couldn’t […]

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Bright Spot

I fear love more than deathand all the pine tree needlesfalling in the fire. I get out of my old carand stare over the shadedpart of bridge, and in the fresh running wateris an octopus as largeas you can picturegetting tangled in the rockswithin the river. It dries up in the summerwhen the water level […]

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Easier To Sink

You can see what you pay to see,just some smoke out of a chimneylike the cold breath of a building. I like the concrete cracked and skyscrapersas dead as I can find them. I likely only recognize the old names. You can look around while I tally upthe totals on this magnet slatethat shakes away […]

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Interval

Don’t look at the crumbson my countertopand the floors I haven’t cleanedsince I moved in here,I am getting to them slowlyin my own way. I fuck around on phone callsbecause the person on the other endis way too far away to ever strangle me.So fuck them and their questionsabout the credit cards I never useand […]

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