8: 15 Am

Silhouettes
Stain
The bleach white walls.

They crumble

Under the
Weight
Of the heavy
Sun

As it drops

Down, settling
On
The cityscape,
On
The missing people

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The Minotaur

Someday, I will slay he forever-hiding Minotaur
That resides in the center of my labyrinthine thoughts
If, while on the winding path, I do not find myself lost.

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Bank Teller Blues

In a tube
Sucked
Through a machine,

A bank slip

Slides from the
Hand
Of one person
And

Lands away

In a place
Of
Files and folders,
Of
Meaningless numbers.

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Aluminum

Particles of aluminum are modulating my brain waves,
Reducting the cosmic vibrations of my inner consciousness,
Conjugating my behavior—and it is reconstructed.

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Handrails

In a queue,
I
Patiently wait.

I'm going

Nowhere right
Here.
I'm caged between
Bright,

Silver bars

Which hold my
Place—
In procession—
From
Being lost again.

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When I Awoke

I scraped the crust my eyelids
To look-see what the sunrise did—
A crisp, golden shade of vomit
Purging the horizon, brightly lit—
And under the covers I hid
When I awoke.

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Moonage Daydream

I look in your eyes and see a reflection of the universe.
The apophenic dots that line the constellations of passion
Glow in the aphotic depths of infinite space, and I am lost.

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A Wave

A wave
rushes over
the beach,
carrying everything,
crushing everything,
cleaning everything
in front of it.
A wave
washes over
me,
or something like it,
and
I'm willing to sink.

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The Moon

The full moon will bask in its brightness for a single night,
But time's shadow must overtake it, and bring forth darkness.
The new moon, on the other hand, will only grow fresh light

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Panorama of the Noctuary Eye Socket

I'm walking down a city street on a humid, rainy day.
It's hot outside—the prime time of summer— and the street lights
And faces around me are warping like water-drenched cartoons.

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