Monthly Archives: September 2010

Blood Art

Strange look of pantomime beauty In spring when dogs litter, The headstrong butcher meanders Close to the flesh, poised to filet— With marbled layer removed, layers of Unwantedness trimmed, The tamed soul of the sculpture Speaks to the artist, instructing … Continue reading

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California

i can’t get out; i can’t get out; i can’t get out. i can’t get out; i can’t get out; i can’t get out. i can’t get Nature; i can’t get out; i can’t get out. i can’t get out; … Continue reading

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This Bird

This bird flies; It hovers; It swoops; It tears little pieces Of flesh from my Face. It knows me, This bird, This conscience, This little pain in My soul. I am subject And servant, Lover and Master to this Bird. … Continue reading

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The Sins of the Fathers

Mercury falls, and I once more Feel the coldness of the night; As I am, I am incomplete, Without serenity and warmth, Distanced, free to explore— Desperate for sustaining strands Of sanity to darken my way As I stumble through … Continue reading

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Ann and Destiny (a short story)

            Today everything seems old.  Sitting in this diner in a burgundy booth with Ann and Destiny, I feel older than I have ever felt.  The seats of the diner are worn thin from too many plump asses sliding in … Continue reading

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The Piano

            The last semester of my senior year, the money from my GI bill ran out. I was working on campus 16-20 hours a week. Between the $427 a month I received from the GI bill, and the money I … Continue reading

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An End

Things— fuck—I could die In a wondrous picture. I should end, and the Walls should be scrubbed and the sheets washed And donated to charity, And the life forgotten, And my soul Laid to waste in a barren Field so … Continue reading

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