May 2013
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I lived in a house that I called the “icky” house when I was little.
Never liked it, the paint would move and when you woke
people would be whispering just outside of the door.
There was a rocking horse in the attic though.
I called him Dusty because of the glowing flecks
of sawdust prancing around in the light.
I rode him and remembered why it was I was so strange
it was because I...
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Joker
Oh I get the joke.
HAHAHAH. Yeah I know it’s like there
right, in the face, in the past, in the place?
Oh man it’s always so funny. Hahahahah,
all the TV is a shadow box of laughter from people
who probably have been dead for a while.
Gags and gags and gags, clowns, mimes,
chimps, pimps, red carpet gowns, times
like these it’s very difficult not to laugh,
but don’t it’s serious...
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All of Us
I yell at the television a lot,
probably because I’m losing my shit,
but also there’s this weird signal,
high pitched and at the edges
of the audio; whining, cajoling, creeping, and I can hear it.
So I howl like an animal
at the telegraph under the TV.
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Armed Forces
Along with terror, there sweeps over the warrior
in a seething tide of blood red waves, ecstasy.
And each head is carefully adorned
after it is put atop the pike, looked at
like long lost pieces of childhood gone for good;
kissed by some on drunken, singy nights.
Weapons are hung by the fire with care, when asked
old salutes brought out as dusty collections
for gawkers in a museum...
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Low
A third eye would be nice if there was anything to see.
Some money and power would be great if it meant anything to me.
But all I look into these days is how the people I miss
aren’t even people anymore but blurred sets of noises and sounds,
gone into their own lives forever,
and I’m losing my mind because I swear that door was closed,
I’m telling you I heard a...
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Technologic
It breaths over the world,
chewing up my father’s father’s gold
and turning it into fuel.
We are all one machine, breeding, growing,
linking, flowing,
working to create an electrical pulse
built on electrical pulse,
as one planet out of billions
is turned on, one turn on at a time.
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Sure
I’ll dance with you at weddings,
I’ll dance with you if bombs and
small arms were our serenade.
I’ll dance with you in afternoon traffic wearing a top hat
I’ll dance through walls with you
like shadow cat.
I’ll twist and shout
until the sky tears
and heaven falls out.
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Teleport
If I disappeared into the air,
would I be mist filled rainbows in garden hoses
or would I be even less of a memory?
Where did all of this stuff come from?
If I appeared out of nowhere;
each proton electrifying from dead space to recreate my body,
would you be as surprised as me that anything is real?
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