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Lookout
I want more time inside my headhe said before he placedthe drill bit flush against his eyeAnd then unscrewed. It spun there bleedingfor a minute on the drill,still in his shaking hand,until he dropped itin the wake of his red tears. He’d never see the same again,but when the shock subsidedand he reached for what he lost,I restrained him, almost chokinghim in doing so. He sank his teeth into my…
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Bird Song
Take the water fountain apartand let the ocean out, if theywill let you, and if they don’t,maybe force the issue anyway. Stab a can of spray paintwith a flame wrapped daggerand make it a grenadelike you are not afraid of dying. Bury yourself deepbelow the dandelionsfucking each otherwith butterfliesand dig your way outhandful by handful,killing worms. Trust the hotel bathtubtoo much and lay…
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Loom
I am walking on wet pavementwithout shoes on while the sunbreaks through and brightens upthe water.It looks like I’m on ice but it is warmoutside and everyoneis still convinced it’s raining,so I get to be alone.An archway of black stonedangles from its sturdier sidesand melts in like a tire leftalong a highway.It just appears there sometimesand I’m the only one who sees it.I’ve tried the deepest…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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No Good (Not Cool)
He looked at his broken toothin the mirror while hearing voicesoutside laughing,asking questions.The garbage truck’s automaticclaw pinned a young girlto the dumpsterand she screamedwhile both her legstwisted likecirrus clouds. I told her not to playover theresaid the blind grandmato the EMT that wheeledthe stretcheron the ambulancewith a worldof messed up faceswatching over her. That night he…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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Stranded
I woke up to the words “get lost”written in blue across the windowin my front room, and all the carsout in the parking lot we’re burning. I helped the neighborsshovel dirt on themand carry water fromwhere the hose could not extend. The stray cats sat on the fencebetween the scene and wherethe football field connectedto the high school we all lived by. The kids were at their windowslooking down…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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Entrance
I can type a note downand leave it tapedto the frame of the front doorand you’ll just walkright past it.Walk right by in yourwhite dress made fromso many duck feathersand step on the escapedhamster who is franticallylooking for a pickaxe his sizeto tunnel through the wall.The ultimate tragedy,while his red guts smear onthe brown wood floor,is the wideness of the opendoor you left for himbut he…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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Only Entertainment
I’m not bored enoughfor the pile of gray rocksI’ve crumbled intoto reshape themselvesand have a look around. Still the pebbles vibrateon the wooden floorfrom all the noiseoutside from everybody’sfeed. There’s almost no roomto walk with all the amplifiersgrowing to the point of passingtowers in their heights. Or the big screens glowingover all the moonlightin a judo matchto seep into your…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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Shreds
My eyes are dry like a red skyand I am trying to stay up for youand be here. Your naked hipis like a hillsidein my memoryI am standing atthe summit ofwatching stars fall. Inside all the time,the cold groundand the endless shadeaway from me. I cut up picturesand mix them inthe cereal boxesnot yet shippedfrom where I work. The lucky oneswill see your faceagainst the canyon rockbackdropfrom our…
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teleportingtypewriter · 2 months
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Barstow
I get out of the wasabicolored carand step in bloodthat’s formed a puddlein the parking lot. She looks at me througha first floor windowand unbuttons a fewbuttons on her shirt.Her first question is aboutthe liquor which I hold upas she askswhile she puts ice cubesin some plastic cupsand joins me at the tableall rooms come with. She tells me about a fightthat broke out earlierbetween two…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Return or Lack Thereof
The blue towel hung therelike a ghost over the white doorwhile the mirror fogged.I was stressed out shittingin a hurry while the numbers changed,on the alarm clock. My windshield was covered in rainthe whole way and based on the radiothat’s how the whole day would continue. When I got there I adjusted my ball capunder the yellow letters marking upthe store front that kept the children’sglassy…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Monarch of the Insecure and Hopeless
I wasn’t thinking about picturesback crushing cansinto the smallest surfaces possibleI was watching for goldin the gravel. I wanted to melt it downand dip my teeth in it.Taste some metal that is soft enoughto chew through. I wanted to kill copsand all their undeserved authorityand navy blue retardationwhile driving fast to catch othersdriving fast so as to tell them not to. I wanted to solve…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Her Day
She bit her black nailswhile she daydreamedof old losersand the sorenessshe’d been searching forforever. She bought her gray houndticket cash and broughther only bag of clothesout where the luggage goes. Her greatest role models were arsonistsfrom the outskirts of Nevada,but she had outgrown all thosesilly dreams for quiet ones. She ran away from home after her drunk momkilled her cat and left…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Rarity
Her neck was cold that dayand the moment that I kissed ither whole essence morphed intoa tunnel right in front of me. It was the kind of tunnel with a paved roadand lights along it’s cornersyou would drive throughon your way into a city. After absorbing the miraclein the orange park I startedjogging down the roadthat lead inside it. It was normal at firstjust the average thingsyou’d see in…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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End Times
The whole street smelled like fryer grease ,and made the peoplewalking slowly with no moneyextra hungry. Not me though I was focused ona cigarette wedged perfectlyin a gap between the sidewalk tiles.The rail I leaned against was coldand my warm breathburst out of me while I waited forimaginary trains. When I was younger I used tonever want the summer to end,and now I get so happy when it…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Low Sodium
The fog outside is whiskey breathwhile we both sit herewith our greasy hairand do not care at allabout the little things. Why are you following me?Memory?A ghost white hand seepingout of the wall ticklingnothing’s balls,but reaching out for mine. A whole city block of zoned outstrangers shaving their kid’s headswith different shardsof the same mirror. Loud engines of spliced togethercars going…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Cover
Late sunsets in the last third of summermake it hard to go to sleepwhen I’m supposed to Reaching for dead electronicsin a broken car with no ACwhile the destinationgets less worth itevery mile I have seen all the giant redwood treestowering together in one forestwe have not yet gotten tired of I would rather stopand eat lunch somewherelike a diner where old womenread the newspaper and are…
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teleportingtypewriter · 3 months
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Shimmer
Her dress falls off her shoulderswhile she practices her harpand I am outside getting shakyon the balcony. She asks me if the mailboxhad any money,through the screen doorwhile the coyotes allgather to exchangetheir different gristleat the dead enddown the alley. I tell her noand keep on rocking in my chairwhile windows break so loudthe lights come on all over.I try to trace the culprit’sface…
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