Dreamed Words

Love cannot be
in a better
place
next to the dry cleaners
on Tuesday.

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Hunger Match

To read and write
without conscience
is to hunt
without
a roll or
packed lunch.

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Visions And Time

Seen through the
delapidated
whore houses
out from a bolt
of angst. It came
to be one of
thirty
losers landing
on a lost
planet
Not carried through
the grocery store
on the
lips of housewives
in every planetary
population
for the next
million years of
light travel.

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Unconventional

What is
is what isn't,
isn't it?

Yes
entirely. Indeed,
in deeds money stays
green
against the black feeling

Time is on our side
are we fighting something?
You ask many
Questions
And when rivers flow
to outer waters
they
flow within
themselves

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Calling All

when i arose
like a plot twist in prose
i found my head in a box
with jagged rocks and those
cuts ran as rivers.

yet i didnt care to find the key
i hadnt known if there was a key
to unlock the door at the end
of the hallway
and there was no way out.

hope,
like string, was neither thick
enough nor long enough
to decorate my neck
in the void of space.

eyes bled as i looked upon the
sun

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The Party I Mentioned

I appeared at the dumpsters
taking my shoes off
as I turned
I walked through the
kitchen
and down the hall.

Heavy melodic
Turkish vibes resonated
throughout the wire thin
incense trails.

I lifted the blinds. White wall.
The lights were a faded green
and flickering.
Ince Ince Bir Kar Yagar-
it never ceased.
The door opened to broken
cities,
flames atop cars,

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The Powerful and Their Drugs

Running the world is as
easy as rolling
righteousness in between the
Red, White, and Blue.

Wake and bake
with a bishop from Oaxaca.
Swiss banks sell speedballs
So you can soar to Sudan
like a seagull
But why go there?
Amsterdam, the back alleys of
China where cats
mumble their last meow,
Canada's so high they end
each sentence with an
'eh? '
Or it could be a birth
defect
from their

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