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A Magical Mistake: Home
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Friday, January 6, 2017. When i am gone. things. I had once clung to imagery. to. Write down. now I can't find it. You called me. on the phone,. I could have texted. but. I never do. i constantly. Think about it. texting. how. I never do it. It was a misunderstanding. Why you called. why i replied,. I never meant to. So i had to lie. to. Not hurt your feelings. i lied. I said 'i was just thinking about.
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A Magical Mistake: A Tale of Two Coffees
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Saturday, December 3, 2016. A Tale of Two Coffees. Two shirts the same. Two cups of coffee. One better than the last. One cloth one wool cap. Two different order times. On night and one in the afternoon. A quick stop and go for me. You're there $8/hour five days a week. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). If I don't get out THERE soon I'll die. View my complete profile. Promote Your Page Too. My co-worke...
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A Magical Mistake: October 2016
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Monday, October 31, 2016. Candy Apples with Razor Blades. All these songs have been writ by my hand. Taken to the utmost rooftop of this holocaustic graveyard. Of molten rock and endless trash. And thrown from the tombstone etched edge. To plunge beyond the sidewalk. Through the rotting stench. Into the soft green milk below. Where all the wormy bones rise up. Picked clean and bright shining. They sink t...
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A Magical Mistake: January 2017
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Friday, January 13, 2017. Forget to light the candle o'er. The fire's glow of faded edges,. What little can be remembered. Of what once was though it's broken,. Thrown away through burning wick,. The word flickers and suffocated,. Pulses to each weakened breath,. Is a starry, familiar ghoulish face. Wednesday, January 11, 2017. There, across the keys. Bobbing up and down. Monosyllabic, mute saints. Why y...
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A Magical Mistake: November 2016
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Monday, November 28, 2016. Today you pounded the keys. Walked out under gray skies but didn't really look up. Reflection on the pavement was enough. Today is like a day I forget to eat. And that is what I did though drinking 3 cups coffee. My cat slept 5 hours more than me. AndI slept on none since waking at 8 o clock. The sun has seen fit to fall and I am out up on my feet. Wednesday, November 16, 2016.
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A Magical Mistake: December 2016
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Saturday, December 3, 2016. A Tale of Two Coffees. Two shirts the same. Two cups of coffee. One better than the last. One cloth one wool cap. Two different order times. On night and one in the afternoon. A quick stop and go for me. You're there $8/hour five days a week. Thursday, December 1, 2016. In to out of everything. When I sit down my stomach swells. Over the keyboard grotesque burping sounds.
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A Magical Mistake: Holly Ho 2
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Sunday, January 1, 2017. Are hollow husks,. Safely melted down,. On empty winter nights. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). If I don't get out THERE soon I'll die. View my complete profile. Promote Your Page Too. Poets in Arms.or Words. A Fever in Blue and Red. Indigestion is a bitch. One more memory (a poem for joe). Poetry, Writings, and Ramblings. Woodhaven Road (Stream of Consciousness).
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A Magical Mistake: writing in rain
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I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them. Wednesday, January 11, 2017. There, across the keys. Bobbing up and down. Monosyllabic, mute saints. Knuckles cracking, bones snapping. Strung along about the endless white. A long march of nothing. But I will not die today, in the rain. As it tumbles down yet unseen. I'm ready to let dry. Clothes, fingers, the day the night. Where goes the wind in mountains unseen. And the rain distorts the screen.