Morph

I don’t understand peoplewhen I most need to or why a red skyin the evening is somehow a good thing.I mean, I know it’s meant for those out on the ocean,but what does any of that have to do with me?In this land locked overcrowded swathof the exploited, all the waves we seeare from the […]

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Misbehavior

Flintlock pistols are arranged in “x” shapesalong the walls of the manor.His daughter is throwing a party on the pool deckconsisting mainly of some new friendsshe’s been trying to get closer to. The dog is asleep under a deck chairbarely breathing through it’s poorlyset up nostrils. The group of swimmerstastes lime juice from the aftermathof […]

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Speed

Metal scrapes across metal as a the firecolored sky is all but lost in the processionof the night. The tired backs stretch out withall the quiet time around them,and the different frames before themare the digital equivalent of a reflection.There we can make things permanentand skip over the parts we hope to cutout of our […]

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Inklings

Destinations buried in lookalikesget lost in what’s reusedfrom the unfinished placesrotting in the rain. Automatic doors at small conveniencestores get slower over time until you come backafter college and have to look at your reflectionwhile the aging machine moves forward bit by bit.The wine bottles look like they were copiedand pasted across the shelves by […]

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Far Side Of The Star

Destinations buried in lookalikesget lost in what’s reusedfrom the unfinished placesrotting in the rain. Automatic doors at small conveniencestores get slower over time until you come backafter college and have to look at your reflectionwhile the aging machine moves forward bit by bit.The wine bottles look like they were copiedand pasted across the shelves by […]

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After All This

I’ve seen whole birds torn apartwith just the motion of some lawn mower blades.I wear my shades inside because florescentsjust remind me of the hospital.Yeah it’s true I’ve cut off two thirdsof my fingers in the span of just these lastremaining summers.Although, I’m pretty sure my family treehas been fucking up for centuries.I’ve been to […]

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The Absent

The ground was covered in crushedoranges that people walking by just sort ofstepped on like they weren’t even there.The acid coated blades of grass like dew,but with something sweeter in the mixmade everything feel different than before. The trees were like these perfect thingsmaking even the most flawed among them seemlike it knew more about […]

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