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cross roads

he sat outside the rundown building smoking his last cigarette and wondered how many more times he’d have to do this before he could set off to the west or east or just stay inside and drink away whatever he … Continue reading

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toe the road, toe the road

burned your bridges bitch now you got no where to go nowhere to run to only the ghosts you know and the memories that are trailing you and i’ll sit here toe’n the line i’ll just toe the line i’ll … Continue reading

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maggots, roaches and rats

i had a bulemic roach for a pet on the east end of a shady one star apartment complex candles were my light, mad dog 20/20 my electricity and god damn it god damn it it was great that poor … Continue reading

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idea man

leroy had the craziest dreams and ideas, never lacked ideas, thats for sure he didn’t go anywhere in life but it wasn’t due to lack of ideas no thats for sure like one day we were walking we walked a … Continue reading

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absolution

there it is again staring back at me my reflection inside the brown bottle of my absolution distorted is how i look inside that bottle and out of it and the world the same as it was before i left … Continue reading

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the dandelion

i remember when she told me the news i had been shaving a three week old beard she was teary eyed and i knew it before she said it but she said it anyways i held her hand that day … Continue reading

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needs

your never really lonely until your back needs scratched an unread paper on the end of the bed on a sunday like last sunday after she called and said what she said and i wonder if she even notices that … Continue reading

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8:03

at the end of the road in a ditch in the backwoods of alabama a carcus picked clean by the crowes and the blackbirds loses the last of its dignity was it man or animal doesn’t matter anymore its become … Continue reading

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a hole in one (Let me take the speck out of your eye)

dear society, you’ve lied to me all along – while you told me that god is great and faith is rewarded i watch as you stare into the window of a man who wears tights or throws a baseball or … Continue reading

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the oak in my heart

its just a barstool he said with a chuckle but it aint never was i bled on that seat cried away some tears left plasma in the broken leather when no one was lookin its more apart of me than … Continue reading

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