Get out of the way of the tidal wave,and sit there in the sand and watch it crashwhile trying to make phone callswithout cash to even hit the ratethe payphones are obsessed with.Melt crayons against lamp bulbsso that the light is then refractedinto colors so specific in their naming.Burnt orange is a favorite of minebecause […]

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I’m not surprised about the oyster crackersgoing stale so quicklyhere wrapped up in this basketwhere the wicker weaves its wayback over everything,but I am surprised by you.You who found me heremixed in with all these business cardsand quick cash grabs for plastic.There you are with just a flashlightlooking down into the well to see the […]

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Zombified in the dark morningwhen it’s cold enough to makeyou run inside, but they won’t let youso you make due with a jacket.All the numbers show up differentthan you thought they wouldlike the wheel understoodthe limits of your luckenough to stop you in your tracksand hold you hostage.Padlocked boxes at the bottomsof local lakes like […]

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The woods here all are decorativesurrounding houses not forgottenbut concealed from almost everyonewho’d find them since they’re lookingfor a reason to come overfor a little while longer.Cell towers that don’t do anything,but act as meet up spots for birdswho can only fuck when fallingfrom the summit, stack upon the horizon as if holding up a […]

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Shaking eyelids in the hallwaywhere the only thing that guides youis your hand against the drywall,so you don’t fall and forgetwhen you wake up now.Your dreams are of nothing but cowsgathering in herds aroundthe base of a tornado; with only hopethat it will throw them past the fences.You’re beaten senseless by the factthe wind feels […]

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