Category Archives: 3. Love

REM BRATS

there is this song i know i’ve heard it before goes like “i should be sleepin” or something like that. “i should stop drinkin” is what i’m thinkin now it’s 5 hours till i gotta get up to go to … Continue reading

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broken tooth

i have this tooth thats broken never hurts but its sharp and when i smile it picks at my insides so i dont smile as to not prod it into action but know that i smile whenever i see you … Continue reading

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titles are pointless at this stage

his mind is fine, its his body giving way to the pressures of his weight takes 10 minutes to get across the room … used to run through walls for the hell of it he is suffering how long do … Continue reading

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life and sigh are both four letter words…fuck

don’t misinterpret my actions with lack of conviction on my part you see, i’m building you instead of watching you crumble from the lack of interest you see in the world outside the shutters you call eye lids wake up … Continue reading

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sugar angels

sommersaults into the mixer i had a wine spritzer while she danced to the sounds of wolf blitzer you know he’s full of shit i said so are you, she replied and i fuck you i had the trout and … Continue reading

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dREAMs

given my inability to sleep, i sometimes imbibe in a bit more spirit than most. but i find, when i do teeter off into the deepest confines of my elaborate mind i dream the strangest dreams last night i had … Continue reading

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33 years in, fact is, i know i’ll never sleep again

dog breath on my back, beer breath on her chest, we were a family inside that small no room apartment we provided the electric and the garbage just paid for the four walls and a bathroom that stank like dead … Continue reading

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hot, wet, sand

they always say you have to be good at something when your floundering in the hot wet sand and i found out late in life that i was good at floundering in the hot wet sand i’ve never been good … Continue reading

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black blood, call this a love song, black blood

i clamor for your attention as i stick out my head from the shell i save myself from the direct rejection your eyes pump through my veins with rusty needles you disregard my health my life i only wish to … Continue reading

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swing set symphony

I’m on the shy side of subtle with in the stubble of my six o’clock shadow, i hide the sly smile your smile creates. the buzz of the bee inside my belly bellows benevolent sound, in the hollow stomach you … Continue reading

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