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Jump.
It’s possiblethat everything I thought I knewwas truewas false. It’s more likely, in the interest of objectivitythat it’s probably a goulash of sortstrue, and not, and quite a few things that had hadthe truth scraped away in order to showthe skeletal frame of deception.It’s certain, with very little margin of errorthat I don’t give a…
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Fin.
There ain’t a single drop of sorrow in this I haven’t felt a thing for two years now (up until last week, and that was mostly physical –and we don’t need to talk about that, do we? you weren’t there.) The house is hazy and there’s a whole new type of woodsmoke dripping from my…
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Might Be
I might bea little bit drunk, but the fact remainsthat he never was. It never was. I left this behindthe same way you leave behinda pile of trash, bits of paperOnce upon a time it meant something and nowYou wonder why the fuck you held on to it in the first place. Did you need…
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Rough Cut
There’s something about a rough edgeone that hasn’t been dulled by the constant gazeof an imaginary spotlightNot sharp enough to hurtjust sharp enoughto feel.
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Conversation, hypothetical
What are you looking for?Nothing. I don’t think you’ll find it there. There’s a mannequin in the window, watching you. What’s it thinking?Not anything. Mannequins don’t think. They just stare.Lucky. Remember the one thing you said, did you mean it?Of course I did. I never will. I never have. Did you?Of course. One day they’ll…
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The Economy of Loss
In this one small act– miniscule, undetected by almosteveryone –there is the end of the worldA heartbeat steady and sure, stoppedby an unseen handvibrations stilledthe silence echoing througha suddenly empty skullI wish that I could hear what some might say should passfor reasons why.In this, there is no vast beyond, no other side;the existence thereof…
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Apple
I killed my aloe. Everyone says you can’t do that;That aloe is impossible to kill.I can kill damn near anything. Pert near, my grandma Fox used to say:”Supper’s pert near ready.”She was the softest person I’ve ever knownAnd probably the toughestI remember the apple tree in her yard. I wonder how she walked and talked…
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Go.
Find a placego therelook aroundtry again.Cover your ears with thoughtsof escape plansand tiny spiders crawlingup your armsCover your mind with things that used to work but nowonly make you real.Find a place and knowit isn’t yourssit down in the grasstry again.Cover your eyes withindifference and giant shadesCover the holes in your mind with bandages made…
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Thom Yorke and Aliens
It’s not like I thought you didn’tfit in here, or whatever Not that you seemed out of place, exactlyAlthough it’s the universal lament, isn’t it? “I don’t belong here,” although Thom Yorke (to his credit) sings like he invented the ideaIt was more like you were the only native and all the rest of us(by…
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Ghosts (again)
They flatten themselves againstthe walls, as I walk pasttrying to make themselvesinvisibleholding the breaththey never hadto remain unheard and Iflex my fingersonce, twicefeel the cracks in my knuckles and myribsas I breathe for them. They are not shrinking back in fearbut in reliefheads bowed, ghostsin awe of the livinghiding from the light. It never comesand…
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