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Monthly Archives: June 2015

“17”

It was cloudy. It was always cloudy, that’s what I remember. People in Indiana chuckle a lot. Life moves slow. Actually, it’s like an oversized college basketball team that bullies other teams on the low rebounds: it slows YOU down. It makes you play at its pace. Think you’re walking through this room, think you’re […]

“Ride”

Every time a nice girl laughs, I get sad. I get sad thinking Of all those smoke Signals, the ice pick Smokestacks you ride Past just looking at the Upholstery of your car floor.

“Religious Poetry”

I made the choice to cut ties with humanity And pursue an ethereal deity, And I’m still waiting to see the colors changing, I’m still waiting for death to adorn my mind’s leaves with The righteous hue, . Having memorized scriptures, Etched on my hands as if they were wooden papers, Lambasted myself with that […]

“June 21st, 2015”

Yeah, I was talking to myself. I wanted to communicate something right, I wanted not to be misunderstood.

“Message from the Fourth Estate: Dylann Roof”

Hey, just so everybody knows, the trial for this shooter is set for 2 pm today. Even if you can’t be there, though, don’t fret, because full coverage will be available on Skype and espn3. You can even delve into the actual spatial reality of the now immortal Dylann Roof in full 3-d! Get a […]

“Sweet or Knifing”

Under this missive My legs and fibres Gain liquidity But I see how it’s human’s End, with truth Six feet below The canopy where Old ladies sell Peach pies now Breathing constellations That I was accepting Of the outside, to be on The outside Of that masqued Jelly spread.

“That Sight”

Love is irrational So for a women, sex is irrational Since for her sex is love, and not conquest . She wants a beaming of outside the lines, She wants for you to virulently bash your own species And make new sounds That will be rendered in heaven By a tape recorder above the viaduct […]

“21st St.”

Do you really think you SOUND like that, Like you sound so full of soul, What did the wind spray onto you, And weren’t you in that janitor’s building Punching a time clock just like everyone else, Not even attending to the bastions of time That scaled the walls that and every other night, . […]

“This Part of Town”

This is the part of town I could afford an apartment in. It is unknown, And it is America. Life explodes down on me now. That’s what it’s like. Explosions, You look at, Go up, And then we all know that Cinematically when they come back down We’ll all have a denouement and a cup […]

“Change”

At a certain point I just stopped saddling people with the necessity of responsibility… I cut everyone some slack. There were a lot of people I cared about who were faced with tremulous circumstances. I’d see them squirming in their chairs, or barstools. It was real. Sometimes I’ll be at my job, or walking by […]