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Boo Hoo/ Cut & Dry

“‘S’cuse me ma’am. I’m lost.


I can’t find grandpa nowhere.”


“Funeral room five.”

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Shrimp: Roach of the Sea

What’s lost is mine now.

Now somehow you want it back.

Gotta catch me first.

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Lost Streak

Pond swells after rain

Cactus bitter at it all

Progress down the drain

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In-Patients

Knock, hinges, then light

Gentle, cold touch as bill mounts

“like to go home please…”

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A Vow, Maintained

She told her father

But he couldn’t disannul.

Head hung, she went on.

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Precocious Indeed

“This isn’t too hard.”

Then she fell hard off the bike.

“And life moves on still!”

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God’s Mercy

If I had to choose,

Criticism than lashings.

Lashings than to die.

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The First Kill

Didn’t feel as dirty as I wanted it to. Just hunting the deer and understanding the death of the animal… I later on smell metal as I feel the air coming through the grill in the truck. The doe sprawled across the front of my truck is the bloodiest part of my life. All else is peaceful and full of life. The only death is what I hunt.

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Should Not Even Be A Word

What is not gradient?
What flow of time isn’t eventual memory loss?

What remembrance wasn’t each day feeling the real thing less and less and then transferring sensation into delusional perception—for the sake of not fading?

What isn’t gradient?
It should not even be a word.

What catatonic love wasn’t daily forgetting why anything was worth the efforts?

Who is born as man?
Who is born, skin already taught?
Flesh nearly ready to burst?
Ready to give up into deadly

nothing but still


Floating into air like interpretive dance and all muscles pulsing?
Who is born man?

What song isn’t transition from now until the end?