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Shaded.
In that final hour, before the stars set themselves against the charcoal sky, there is a shroud up on the mountain smoke and fog, the gravel path the only way in or out shaded pink by the last, sad efforts of the sun to stand her ground Before coyote songs and the stuttering of owls…
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Maybe.
maybe you remember a time when the sky was small and vast and concealed in the palm of your tiny pale hand and wide, stretched tall against the bleak black backdrop of the universe infinitesimal immense maybe you were just as small and invincible and grand. maybe you remember when each note of a tune…
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floor.
in the dark, fumbling for the lightswitch like a drunk still wiping whore-red lipstick from his crotch and breathing fumes of cigarettes and stale whiskey on the doorman as he tries to maintain some sense of dignity -the light evades, exhaustion wins the floor becomes a haven, cold and hard unforgiving, flat black tiles cracked…
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End of November
you can’t make this stuff up (i mean you could with a little imagination and if you drank just the right amount of cheap, cold beer before you settled in to think but it wouldn’t be real then and this is) -as real as it gets without shoving over to the other side where it…
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planet.
under this blackbright sky i was in your hands. i held the scent of fire under my tongue it made me high it made me sleep it made me what was that you said? our words are mumbles, something like dreams half-awake, forgotten what was this. we are hazy filters layered over an already pitch-perfect…
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Reminiscing on Late Nights
Late at night, mind burnt from trying to make time and money stretch much further than they possibly can; weary, exhausted from the effort of trying, I stretch out beside him on the bed, my head resting just below his knees, feet angled out away from his head. I need to do the laundry, wash…
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dumb
it’s been a while since i’ve spoken, really. brief phrases uttered without feeling to the people walking through the great glass doors looking to me for guidance about things that i’ll forget in twenty seconds- you need me now without you i would starve there is a symbiotic contempt that keeps both parties smiling, fake…
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