December 2011
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Winged Narcissist
I will not be the moth with too many holes in my wings to fly. I will live beyond expectations, I will not be mediocre. There will be no holes in my moth wings. The shiny grey, polka dotted and speckled with black, shall leave an impression on human eyes beyond that of a naked demi-goddess brandishing a flaming wheel of firefly eyes whilst waltzing with her demi-god lover. I will live forever in...
Dec 31st
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Ecclesiastes For Crack Heads
That time I had three hundred dollars worth of Crack and a head full of superstitions, yelling at mama as I walked out the screen door of Louisiana backwoods childhood, I pawned the last piece of my soul to the devil behind the counter of Bayou Pawn, buying a nothing I mistake for everything and ultimately I am spawning hatred for the next generation as they look into my pocked face lamenting a...
Dec 29th
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The Owl and the Mouse
One day, the gypsy grandfather had to tell the gypsy children why the gypsy father was put in jail. “Children Once upon a time, an Owl caught a mouse. The mouse yelled at the owl to stop, stop eating me and crushing my bones, the owl arched an eyebrow, finding the mouse peculiar for having the capacity to speak, so half uneaten, the mouse was placed on the branch from which the owl was...
Dec 28th
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Dreamscape
Across from the Emerald palace Dorothy beckons, calling forth Golden Brick dreams which pave a way for my beautiful muse. Dressed to the nines in snakeskin shining in a light like the sun but more so as the vision burns into the Disneyland of my soul. I pride mine legs and run free towards her (wanting to grunt into a pillow while she stares at the ceiling) snakeskin form only to be impaled by...
Dec 27th
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A warm wall and a calm mind in old age
In the afternoons, I would sit with my back to the wall on the East side, so it would be warm from the radiating heat the sun had distilled onto the concrete  but I would still be in the shade, the orderly, Tom, who I had made a small friendship with would buy me tins of sausages with the small coin I would provide, I could not smoke anymore, not a pipe or a cigar, the taste had gone, nor could I...
Dec 26th
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Partial Custody
He pulled his daughter’s headphones out of her ears and said Have you ever simply understood the parallels between Old Men and gnarled Oak Trees, has it ever occurred to you that the answer is in sorting out the terrible thoughts which we seek to scatter with noise, the thoughts which we attack with mutated of flamethrowers which retard able minds that all the TV shows and Bubble Gum Pop...
Dec 25th
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What Mama Jean didn’t know
During the summer time, we would run errands for the business men by the wharfs and get nickels, sometimes we would each get a couple of moon pies a cola and as many peanuts as we could stuff into our pockets from Mr. Santos’s store, the spend the afternoon shelling peanuts to the fish kicking our feet in the water, Mama Jean always said it was a waste but Mama Jean didn’t know how fun it was to...
Dec 24th
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chan·teuse
The chant for my yearning comes out of those pouty lips red dyed for me to die slowly as words are at her will laying on top of a piano strung with raindrop strings with curves tickling my ivory eyes. I imagine nothing of her, for I know her and the hook was set long before I strutted in this dive but at the time of birth my bones formed for this woman. Yeah yeah yeah baby, hit those high...
Dec 23rd
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The Healer
I had gone out to the healer who lived outside town in a two toned trailer with a customary gift of cigarettes and canned meatballs but when I handed them over and asked for the pink birth mark stretching over my chest to my toes to be removed, he told me to look out in the forest and notice the beauty of trees how the elms and the birch stood out this time of year with bright sunfire red tips and...
Dec 22nd
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When Tree’s Talk to Birds
The Elm Tree’s rooty knees looked at me longingly saying please to the Blue Jay flying and dashing over the wind’s lashing, “Look at man in his sadness the look of absolute madness lumpy asses parked on park benches viewing the scene my heart wrenches Little Jay trill and shrill for the man to distract him from himself I plead for you to dive around my foliage and into unknown valley’s beyond...
Dec 21st
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The Memory Trial
I went to the Witch Doctor which gave me kaleidoscopic optics to gaze into the shadows from my 12 year-old-self. He saw me in the darkness looking on with glow and jealousy and he became irate with laughter banishing me with his voice “Boy you must drop your cause do not look upon me I am me now and you are me then it cannot be for you to look back we only have what is and this is not your is but...
Dec 20th
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The Broken Machines Dance for the Lizard King
That night in New Sidney the man we’ve been looking for had the lizard king on his shoulder and us with our shooters on hips swaging hips we shot him down. Later the lady with pink lips and reassuring hips served us cold spirits from cold glass on the balcony we hung our legs off looking at the rambling streets below. Then I turned to smile at you and saw the lizard king on your shoulder smiling...
Dec 19th
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Answering the hard questions
I divorced your mother when I was bored and then spent the rest of my life trying to kiss her again. That thing where you’re palms sweat and you don’t know whether she likes it, if she will like it, you wanna give it to her so bad, you wanna reach into her cleavage with your head falling asleep there forever. I wanted that feeling with her just her no one else. All strawberry blonde, fire, spite,...
Dec 18th
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A Pansexual Confesses at a Bar
Watching him watching her wanting him wanting her what a blur. Who wants me like I would want? I take it out on my soul but the body is saved for empty lusting saved and pristine it will be till a lover claims it or God claims it and the coffin claims it and it will hold me while together we make beautiful daisies. #290
Dec 17th
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Hell Hath No Fury
The image of scraping teeth, jarring the jaw, jolting pain as bone joints brazing each other, the idea that someone is scratching your skin of with a safety pin, an eternity of work, an eternity of pain, Prometheus was pitied eventually, but in this situation, you dug your own grave, just sit and take it, if you stay quiet enough you will be able to sleep with her again, but the queasiness of...
Dec 16th
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The Epidemic that shouldn’t be
The paunches, wide waddling haunches, slack jaws indescript of race or station because of all the jowls. Governments research the next Cookies and Cream, the fried up, double battered moonpie of the 21st Century. Anything that will keep marinating the heavy masses. Basting butter and sloth and gluttony with the long brush of bristling complacency. #288
Dec 15th
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The Bright Dawn
Upon Awakening, The stifling heat and smell of whiskey kisses shell shocked what was left of’ our self-worth. We tip-toed out while the hookers were still asleep. Not knowing if we had already paid. Not Caring just wanting to leave             and find some place to help us try and remember  good still existed in the world. Maybe it wasn’t morality we wanted so much as simplicity. So digging...
Dec 14th
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What the Travelling Medicine Man of Wonders Said...
Brothers and Sisters give into the touchwant, the touchknow, the touchfeel, touch yourselves at whim and fancy. Expel the frivolities you have been holding with needless, sacred care and tell all, void yourselves o the shiny-bobble desire or the lush lusty lassitude driven device which youthinks may make you happy. I am no judge but the medicine man that will come through with wares for all...
Dec 13th
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boylove
That night we watched explosions in the sky I a young boy wanting pleasures, forgetting the street-cornerblues that would give me black eyes and bloody body parts for the wanting of you, you a young boy wanting to fill yourself with me as a replacement for fire or invention or destruction, hating the mother and father that will forsake you, but no matter I offered up my boylove treasure for your...
Dec 12th
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The Maneater
She let the vines touch her legs and the thorns grab her blue cotton dress. Looking forward, and further, she wanted the pain of loins and adulthood to either crescendo or crash. She wanted to see the Lioness caged within, the Empress empressed in her fleshy breasts to pop the buttons of her blouse, come out to ravage the fleshy throats of her past lovers, she only had eyes for this new piece of...
Dec 11th
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bloodletting
A Time Traveler and a Blood-Letter got together for dinner, the affair turned sadistic around the third date and it did not end until a number of relived, painful divorces. #283
Dec 10th
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Leaving Neverland
One day the strangest thing happened and I began to fly, which was all well and good except for the expectations put on me. #283
Dec 9th
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The Yeoman’s mistress
It was under the siege that tensions between my wife and mistress became too much, you could say the whole situation a stifle, a trifle to much drama for me keep one between the sheets and the other in the kitchen, but the one babbles about gender roles and the other about being a proper woman and not just a kept hussy. What’s a man to do? Well, I went to the Western Wall to throw to the enemies...
Dec 8th
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The Straw Man
The men backed the man against John Walter’s house and howled, erase the man, efface the disgrace from the human race, let him arouse our women no more let him molest us no more, let not his beauty manifest and infest so we don’t ingest the man, instead let us light flames of our insecurities and all the indiscretions be forgiven at this man’s trial by jury, and all the men yelled guilty, and all...
Dec 7th
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Sally and the boys
She saw all the boys poured ‘em all the same foamed up draft dreams in iced mugs, touched the tan hands and made tan smiles, the sailors came as boys and came back men, tipping a little bit more and taking a little bit longer to smile after every trip. They always winked at Sally though, and she always gave them the best set of dimples, the deepest crevice and the slope-ingest curves. So as trees...
Dec 6th
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Sunday’s Love Letters
We worked in the quarries during the months of summer for extra money, on the Sundays, I would sit on the porch and write long lovewords to your grandma, talk about her silkskin touches that I missed or tell her about the foreigners I shared a house with, how their cant of accents would echo of the wood floors, and towards the evening, it would be real nice to see the smoke from the houses across...
Dec 5th
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Cuentos exagerados
The children would not want to eat their vegetables, so papa would take them aside and say, “Los Niños”, and he would put on a serious demeanor “Do you know there are 3 men in your body, one repairs your ailments and injuries, two is in your cabeza and it tells you what you see, how to say, what to think, three is your most important for he is in your chest and tells you how to love, if you...
Dec 4th
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How we men climb
A boy played in an elm wood and in the gleam of sunlight saw the silver line from which God hung the Earth, so he climbed and climbed and climbed above the Earth trespassing stars and planets no man had ever seen, until the rope ended on God’s finger. God seemed puzzled when the boy began to search all around “Boy, what are you looking for? I am your creator.” “Just looking for the string attached...
Dec 3rd
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The Curious Memoires of an English Gentleman in...
The Doctor looked at the young ones, the ones running in the filthy red dirt, the boys in work clothes trespassing the filthy dirt to their employ and the filthy red girls coquettishly looking on at the boys, grit covering the slanted eyes, dust caking the pouty lips, smiles protruding from every corner, every stretch, every cubby hidden or not they were so happy, such happy, filthy...
Dec 2nd
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From a Photo
Going through the old things I can trace my thumb along frayed edges of grandfather’s flight suit almost smell the dirty streets off of the photograph which contains him and his mother on the New York Street where he lived, I wonder what it was like to taste the newspaper print rubbed off on the fried fish or sweetened corn he bought for a nickel from a street vendor, or how he felt when he ran...
Dec 1st
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