The Playlist Knows Exactly

I wake up just to shakefrom dehydrationin the dark roomI’ve been waiting inforever now. My only memory of newspaperis soggy in its plastic bagthat dangles from the door knobin my spinal chord. The parking garage exhalesmorning fog like chimney smokewhere all the windows brokeafter the thunderstorm. The shards of glass in empty roomsare kicked around […]

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Fletcher

Her face in the wood grainlooks outwardat the backward worldand twisted treesall over somedark hillside I am letting on I know somethingand she is scowlingfiguring me out I picture all the prolonged huntswhere we couldn’t help but tryto end our appetitesand now rememberingthe glory daysI tolerate my mindlessnessa little less the slush kicks up in […]

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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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Basics of Profanity

I watch the highlights in my boxersand the goalie breaks his stickover the crossbar as a protest.I take phone calls the rest of the afternoonmostly wrong numbers seekingnumerical directions to their loved ones. I help find them in the phone bookI’ve kept open to the same pagesince I snatched it torn up somewhereon the highway. […]

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Post October Odyssey

I spend the first ten years of every lifejust eating off the paper platesyou left for me.They tear so easily and burn so hotthe fire spreads to everything. The old beat up truck rolls backwardsdown the hill againand crushes all the prairie dogslike lemons into lemonade.I used to be afraid of facesnow I cannot live […]

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No Such Place

She held the pipe for mewhile I tucked my shirt in on the patioand the flower burning slowlyleft an ashy ring on everything it covered. My coffee headache sickened meand left me almost useless the whole morning.Up and down the stairs to officeswith ceramic mugs and excess pensfor everyone. The lost prayed in the back […]

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