Category: Poems
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Laundromat
Cycle spins, soil dispersed Silver and gold pavement curse My skin shivers, perpetual cold Warmth comes from within the fold Permanently pressed my face to the glass. I’m nothing But another brown rat
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Obedience sold at market price*
She’ll be lovely and quiet pink and delicate like an oyster drooling on the floor lipstick in place. Insert through eye and strike the chisel A mere tap with the hammer and she’ll petrify to breath-taking stone and you’ll restore peace at home. Never mind the detachment, you like your coffee poured from an empty…
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I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes
Images of a Swamp Willow weigh me down Statue my presence, petrify my face Perhaps the monster’s toothed margin its scattered warts on its alabaster belly spare my fear a touch. For its tentacles that root it still, terrorize me the most. The hush is almost tranquil, noiselessness serves a calm but the tick of…

