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Judge Not
Black robe, you are no Solomon, perched inside your wooden cage blathering like an imbecile left too long believing in your own insipid wit Lathering the flaccid patriarchal cock with the shit you saved from yesterday, tucked inside your cheek there is no room under the folds for the consequence of truth If you sliced…
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Orphans.
We are all God’s children, black white, brown No, not black, not white certainly not brown; those are the ones with the bombs even though they are the ones who most closely resemble Jesus Christ on a cross; we are all God’s children wrapped in His loving arms unless your loving arms are a woman’s…
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Street Fair Slut
Let’s sell these things on a street corner somewhere looking far too innocent, with raised eyebrows and lids open wide, and the hint of a smile hanging around the edges of our lips Let’s open our coats and offer them, hanging there from rusted hooks ten for a penny, twelve for a dollar buy one…
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Red Shoe
And in my cracked skull there lie the remains, crushed wings, glitter made from the lazy bodies of insects too weak to run The sun shines from between their segmented legs They are the ladies waiting to be saved from the darkness they pretend. Black shoe, they stick their raw heads in electric ovens burning…
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Bound
They bite their tongues and swallow them; they are washed in the blood of the christ…
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If I
If I stay to watch the fog creep in and overtake the hills devouring the trees and leaving only the damaged voices of coyotes in the dark If I stay to watch the sun come up and bathe the sky in vulgar light and blind me with the privilege of sight If I stay to…
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Time Capsule
Everything else of significance will fit in your palm, tarnished and worn…
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Left for Dead
I tore off my face I tore off my face and set a new one on, one without the scars, one with real eyes where the maggot holes had been one without the sounds of mad dogs barking in the ears, relentlessly. I tore off my face, and set a new one on one with…
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Hypo
We are Pavlov’s dogs gas on gas off red light green light go television gunshots OUTRAGE new shoes BUY captive audience techno illogical warfare brown is the new black, haven’t you heard? your God is ugly and your mama dresses you funny go back where you belong if you can find it crash-test dummies, toys…
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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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