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XBИИИ: June 2013
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You can bet life is weird. Weird life on a lawn mower;. Mountain streams, water from the earth's center. The western parts of the new england states,. Everyone we know is from the north or the east. Lads, a shared memory of long hair. And smoking in the back seat with dark snow and mud. Like dad sent us out into the fog. For a full tank of propane. Long hair and bacne, driving past sunken islands. Everything flew out like confetti and we chased it into the hills. Its no joke being 400 years old. All my f...
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XBИИИ: October 2013
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Its not the empty space,. But what's left in it. If things were up to me. There would be nothing;. Help me with the fury;. Your color is that quiet fern. There are the animals you used to snuggle,. Also a tornado shimmying ahead. When they talk about death they. Dont mention how confused a fellow is,. How something tragic happens. And you feel like you should put on baggy pants. And eat an apple slice but not a donut. Fold up and run with the weirdos. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). THE RANGE OF LIGHT.
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XBИИИ: March 2012
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They plot to kill me while im dreaming. While i'm dreaming on the street they come. Yelping and loping out the side ditch,. They knock me off my bike and spill my drank. In the fields in the lemon green and. When dusk falls on the elms and oaks. I die 1000 deaths and. The 9 lives of 100 cats. The cops and lynch mobs,. Every morning i look at the kids playing outside. With their rocks, their low tops and the butter. The cops let you hear taser crack,. The gypsy Rose Wine,. Gone years ago and left me shitty.
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XBИИИ: April 2012
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At the summer camp for holy greek,. A few of the boys found themselves some trouble. And were taken before the altar to speak to the father. We approached timid, little. Father lifted up his robe and told us boys to come underneath. We all huddled underneath his robe in silence and father told us. To repent, to never do it again, and we would be forgiven. A woman who works at popeyes. Takes the garbage to the street. With a hat and a plastic apron,. Billowing graceless and spastic. On some nights i know.
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XBИИИ: June 2012
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To them that smell bad. Like shes swarmed by bugs. She taught me how. To use a sword. She dips it in poison. She fights in the desert,. But i caught her lookin at me. Memory is an exquisite snowman, saying. I am made of the same stuff as the earth that bore me. A snowman is like a spermacetti candle. Shedding tears of wax as it dies". Who stuck this crab. In my apple bunch. I cant pick a basket. Taking what i earned. I moved my tent. Closer to the woods. Away from the pond. Everywhere has too much meaning.
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XBИИИ: July 2012
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They're riding in the back. And the dogs are in the front. When the house is burned. The chimney still stands. The trees are all november,. They look so thin in front of the sun. Who forgot their damn hat,. If you are who i think you are,. Life is easy;. Just avoid the mirror,. And go to bed on time. The tire tracks look the same. The leaves, however, are new. Let them dogs loose. Let them damn dogs loose. Hes on the bank. He painted a new name. On the old boat. Theres another warrant out. Drive on home,.
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XBИИИ: September 2012
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When our beloved friend, the fine. Governor of the Gret Stet of Loosiana, sent for me in his need at Mandeville, his condition had been so. MISREPRESENTED that people I knew said to me. Don't you go up there, Joe Sims. That man is a hyena. He'll BITE YOU IN THE LAIG.' But I went. I went to Mandeville, and before I could reach my friend, the armed guard had to open TEN LOCKED DOORS. And lock each one of 'em again after us. And theah, THEAH. Say, another black t shirt. Tripped in well water;.
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XBИИИ: November 2011
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You go to heaven once. You've been through hell. Then you go back to hell again. You know theres a damn tiger. It'll get the dew dryer first. Beasts, you know. They're not problem when. You got the dew dryer out in front. The guys sitting around. Jungle campfire in hell. They all tell stories. The bunyip lives in the swamp. Makes noises like a crying baby. Then when you go out to save it. The bunyip drags you down". I got lost in the snow and. Heard howling i thought it. Was the wind but it was the.
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XBИИИ: October 2011
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Shit turn that up now. I've met a few chicks that i hit it off with. Few chicks that i jive with thats right i was. Bitchin like beefeater in a fine glass with. Somebody famous or whatever like i was. Slicked hair on top of the harvest moon. Like i knew your father's ex wife and in. The biblical sense i am a heavy beat but. I go home with. My hat in my hands. I confess all of this to a dude at the bar that i. And he moves like hes moving hair out of his eyes even though. And just goes,. So you know,.
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XBИИИ: February 2012
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Blue yodel series #24- -. The little spit puddle. Cat tunnel the yellow. I'm not the minister. But i am the organ. The drug dealers i know,. They all own tiny dogs. The one for me. 125, 140, 116. Come for that noddy. If i wished that they would. Ask me what feelings i. Would trade in for what. I'm bout to get. I would tell em to ask. Why dont you ask about them others,. Chicken fume, heat like cold. Dark like beard ring the soul. Why you care about me,. When you forget the others. That are also me. Gucci...
