Curriculum

No matter how I go and tryto make it otherwisethe only thing I’ve learned fromhas been pain. Cutting my handon an empty canI was trying to crushto make the pointthat it was garbage. I’ve been in bad groupsthat would lurk whereno one cared.Using infinite obscurityto justify how homewas held together. Those memorieshave lost remaining colorin […]

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Polarity

Windows without views worthany passing by to stop and takethe world in from the vantage pointpresented there.Foggy glass with trees beyond itand some sky in the right cornerif you searched for it.Miscommunications over textwhen the meeting always meantthere would be more beforethe rest of us could sleep.A broken light fixture dangling in front ofthe entrance […]

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Ruin

Every morning I drivestraight into the daylight becausebecause I’m looking forwhat’s on the other side.Every night I have a dream,that I am sinking in a river,underneath a bunch of bridgesI don’t recognize. We make light dance for us nowwhen before we would circlearound a fire and dance for it.It was a pit of somethingnot quite […]

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State Of The Art

No one cares who you are for realbecause the fake you suits what they needall too perfectly. I don’t want your confessionslike a pastor waiting quietly behinda window made of basket holding nothingbut some poser and the dead. The risk I take is lookinglike a total fucking loserover sharing about stuffthat sounds made up at […]

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Pinnacle

The dance floor is an overrated areawhere people go to embarrassthemselves while having fun with it.I guess that’s better than thissketchy ramp I’m standingat the top of looking downat all the splinters it couldgive me without tryingin the slightest. People wake up when they want tothey just never do it quite at the right time.Oversleeping […]

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Emergent

Her ring is hanging from a chainaround her neck while she is sittingoutside wondering when it will start to rain.It never does it just gets darker,and the pond frogs look for insectsin the light where they all daze aroundthe same old empty coffee cansand pocket change that blendswith all the concrete.Her favorite time of daywas […]

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Paradigm

Skulls still partially coveredin faces now unrecognizedslowly decay in the torrential rainthat’s fallen since it all broke outon Monday an almost destinedconstruct for bringing on this madnessin the first place.Families whisper in their boarded upapartments about the places they allthink they still can run too,but the radio bulbs don’t pick upall the stations. The voices […]

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Arbor

I almost never clean my glassesthe correct way and I admitthat they are not nowwhat they used to be.I used to see so far and readthe signs without the moneyto be bigger on such old paperthey would always slowly fade.A neighbor sprayed the bird shitoff her garden statues with an old hoseshe could barely keep […]

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Murk

I never listen so the best I dois watch sometimes when I amnot lost in investments of my eyes.Blades of grass bent at ninety degreeangles by the others waitingrestlessly to meet up and discusswhere they’ve been going. It doesn’t matter how you holdthe steering wheel as long asall your will is in control of it.Sometimes […]

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Stasis

Starvation is a slow way out of everything,and we’ve forgotten that in the timewe’ve both sat waiting in this drive through.The speaker that you order with is placedlike some odd hearing aid in the centerof a kind of plastic ear.No one knows what they wantuntil they see it shine and soldby someone else, but it […]

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