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it's a long, long wal-mart

i went to the wal-mart and fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section. now im stuck in the tunnels they made to transport khaki cargo shorts and there are spiders ive never seen down here. they sealed it back up right over my head even though i was yelling. i can hear people walking on the street up above, sometimes they drop cigarettes through the manhole cover slots and i smoke them. i wonder if i am turning into a rat or an alligator, i am very suited to the sewers. it's been six weeks i think but i can't count too high. i stopped hearing the street pigeons and i stopped hearing seagulls too. i went down a ladder and man it was slippery, covered in green stuff. most people don't go so low like ive gone but i fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section at wal-mart and i have no choice. i have met a lot of people but it's too dark see them mostly. funny guys though, funny guys. they tell me jokes about all sorts of things. they like to joke about bugs, they tell me bugs are going to eat me or that they are already eating me and it's too dark to see them. they're funny guys, man. before i fell in a sinkhole in the dairy section at wal-mart i never really heard a joke before. man, i heard words nobody's heard down here, bad words too. swear words, or special words. sometimes the bus comes by but i can't really see it i just hear it and i hear the passengers. i wish i could get on, i lost my wallet somewhere i guess. sometimes i can see animals too like horses with saddles and shoes. sometimes i go down more ladders and get even darker it gets so quiet too and then sometimes a real loud noise comes by. it sounds like a tree falling but the tree is made of metal and it's so loud i have to cover my ears. i told my friend about the loud tree sound and he hummed at me a happy song. i can't see him really, not really. but once i lit my lighter and his face was right there and his eyes were big. not big like scared, big like he was made that way. he screamed before, i heard him. one time he kept screaming he sounded like a flute or something. well it's scary to use my lighter now because it is too bright it's kindof like the sun. i am alone now because my friend went between the bricks. i finally touched my hands and they are skinny and i touched my lips and they are just back to teeth. im hungry im in the dairy section under the floor really deep. really deep in the dark under wal-mart.

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i know where you hide it

so keep smiling my hands are in your sleeves every day you can't see through two layers of glass stained with spit from years and i know what you keep under your pillow i know the blood it draws all yours but it gets in my eyes when you speak

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UNTITLED POEM ABOUT SOMEONE and the voice drove her deeper into slow snowfall and sleet highways stacked and winding up as high as she could see and it spoke in graffiti, receipts and ticket stubs telling her to dance by the poison power station, over the eyes laid closed under the snow there was a package waiting by the front door she would never open and the voice drove a slick black cadillac silent as a windless night up and down the steep street same route every time she opened her window to let the room out that window stayed open another rolled down the passenger seat was all stinking, stinking leather cupholders overflowing ants she looked at the driver hands on the steering wheel bent followed a skinny arm to bagged eyes and in bloodshot rivers she saw where all the birds went

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highway dog

highway dog bark! hear him speak and all the horns turn to birds all the angry fat faces full of blood men barrel out and down catch the dog! catch the dog! highway dog weave wet paint parked cars clawed all the bereaved with brother's bodybag bloated botulism casket procession stopped with respect to the dog chased and walked and winning feckless family funeral drivers followed and found and flattened hordes of the fetid alive and flightless fucking bastards who'd kick a sick dog were wiped across double yellow lines last thoughts about what song for driving cruise control no lights at night in the fog and then it was all colour and then they were all dogs

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first light comes knocking

mmm here is the window the glass is normal paint chips off the frame mmm here is the step stool the plastic is dirty step out the window mmm here is the brick path there are footprints big wet boot prints mmm here is the window the glass is broken the wind is inside mmm it's the bathroom here is the closed door underneath you leak into the hallway

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(unfinished)

i remember being on the bus from tsawwassen ferry terminal to vancouver, it was dark out and i was on my way to stay with a friend in the city. it was the first or second time i had ever left home on my own. we were passing some kind of industrial area and a lot of farms and above one of the farms, illuminating everything, was this great orange glow in the clouds. light pollution i suppose, but i don't know from where. and the long rows of shallow water that made up the fields of this farm were reflecting that light and the last sad rotten stems of whatever crop were sticking up through the water, silhouetted black against the strangely shining earth. i remember thinking that someday i would find something profound in the memory of this moment, and i sat there and felt the squeeze in my chest of that yet unobserved meaning. even if i tried to understand what it meant to me at the time, i couldn't. it didn't exist, it's like trying to think of a new colour. and i remember wondering if anyone else on this bus was feeling the incredible heaviness of this sickly beautiful moment. of course it is now clear to me that that weight i felt was the meaning. it meant all it possibly could have right then.

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Part1Dogbag goes to the flea market!(unfinished)

He stared at the back, where pristine white feathered wings protruded grotesquely from the smooth skin of a young boy. It was the porcelain visage of some cherub or angel that Dogbag didn't know the name of. The small statue had caught his eye among mounds of objects for sale, ranging from cracked V/H/S tapes to novelty Canadian flag hip flasks to elaborate folding knives only troubled kids, or adults who had trouble being adults, would buy. Troubled as he was, Dogbag's angst was of a different, far less homicidal breed.

The woman running the stall had been watching for some time, unbeknownst to him. "You like that one? I'll give it to ya for five bucks." Dogbag raised his head for the first time all day as he was spoken to for the first time all day. The woman frowned slightly upon their eyes meeting. It was an expression Dogbag was familiar with, and was the reason he had yet to speak to anyone today. She spoke again "Used to belong to my brother, god rest his soul. He had a real attachment to it." she looked at the porcelain figure and smiled slightly, before rotating it to face away from her and toward Dogbag. "I can't bare to have it in the house anymore, just makes me sad. I never noticed it when he was with us, but it just looks an awful lot like him. My brother, I mean."

Dogbag reached his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie and produced four loonies and four quarters and held them out to her. The woman nodded and picked up the statue. "Let me wrap this up for you, dear." She stepped behind a folding table and began wrapping the delicate statue in thick brown fabric. She slid the bundle back across the table. "Take good care of him for me." . Somewhere underneath the Trans-Canada Highway in a dry culvert (which stayed dry year-round due to the construction of a Wal-Mart with a parking lot which required the rerouting of the river that once flowed under this particular stretch of road) was a blue plastic 55 gallon drum. A dirty paisley patterned handkerchief was draped over the barrel, and atop the cloth was a finely detailed porcelain statue of a young angel, sitting back on his heels. His head was turned, neck straining as if looking at something he had only just noticed behind him. His expression was solemn, but there was unmistakable fear in his lovingly painted blue eyes.

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harm your neighbor he's got it out for you talk to your cousin condescendingly your tires are bald who cares literally who cares here's a funny joke: imagine you wake up on a boat at sea and all around you are waves stretching endlessly into the sky and under you is a great chasm filled with water imagine the seabirds sang your name and laughed imagine the wounded hull and crooked mast now imagine you were four inches tall what would you even do in that situation lol

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GECKO BITES!

dog bone walk home pile of grass missing muffler headlights moth missing wings your porch buzzes alive rain makes warm thick air crack of thunder! between the boards i see you there waiting for me to leave waiting for a chance to kill well just wait you will you will

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UNTITLED POEM ABOUT SOMETHING night empty shoes on the light is yellow all warm one the opposite of sanctuary one the only streetlight in town night empty except for you grey shape unclear eyes fuzzy buzz toward me drive over me i have seen you your eyes on the corner above the streetlight i have seen you your eyes in the ditch on a dead rabbit

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what a worm

what a winter nowhere train on somewhere tracks tracks a line across the flat where worms feel the earth shake and birds don't land what a worm! survived the freeze in the belly of a bird can't scream when it hurts can't breathe in the dirt lick the ice off the lake walk the length of the river run a bottle there next to old ashes what a winter i forgot my matches

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over exploding horizon

over exploding horizon holding handful of deadleaves broken glass and wet litter lighters scattered i opened my eyes for the first time in a week i was on the highway overpass that's too tall there were signs had been hung from the chainlink fence that read: "over exploding horizon we can count to one thousand before you give us what we want" over exploding horizon every tree was on fire i am no animal to be burned i am metal and water to boil and melt and harden again i am a piece of paper in a plastic bag on the bottom of a pond and the airway blocked wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww all my friends were there and all my family, even the ones i don't know they used towels to push the smoke out the window where tower doors close and don't open at least the smoke alarm works

over exploding horizon the fire licks my doormat my hair turned black i bite my nails and swallow i am the first animal to burn

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unfinished poem 1

you'd stumble blindly in the mire you'd never call out to the dead tonight you will sleep in your bed you've carved a path through a mountain of mud emptied your pockets, gave away your stuff got a haircut, mowed the lawn done what's right, die in the day, live at night blinking and breathing through your decay remembering names shaving your face crying with baby saying grace eyes unfocused staring into space skin swollen and burning pillow like a lake

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merry go round

you call it alchemy, not me call it a car crash, scooter smashed shins nose crushed in, broken-tooth grin you tell them to spin until your sweaty hands can't grip the bars your leg is wedged in the bend but the kids wont listen and don't slow down and you can't remember the ground and you can't remember your name how do you play this game? the trees and faces are a hand through sand smeared and sticky discomfort screaming boys and girls, whirling hurt brief brushes of grass on your fingertips summer air drying out your open lips around and around tightly wound face red from pressure you feel light as a feather you ask over and over

"when does the spin get better?" "when does this get better?"

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bare feet on the deck barnacles bruising your heels and ankles shaking from shipworm crickets crawling up your sleeve and sunburn burning knuckles and knees bent on the board praying to god for a big net to catch frogs or rolled tape for your rope to keep your sails pointed north and your crew full of hope but the ship dog has a belly full of hard tack and is spitting up and filling up the hold with roaches and bloat

on the bed at the boiling bottom of the sea the captain's boots are pulled into the bile at the base of the earth and the last sound ever heard was the wailing gull pecking and calling at their salty graves and floating on the gentle waves mouthful of ship's biscuit cawing and cackling at the grey dead sailors who despite doing their utmost end up belly up with faces fed to tiger sharks and fingers made feasts for beady eyed beasts

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what i saw out the window on january 24th 2026 at 2:30am

really long oddly shaped tire bicycle one big raindrop spider on door hinge rotating moon rotating man flower stem earthworm sheet metal truck, no passenger ghoulish girl skateboard eye of the storm port angeles washington velvet rope bridge broke boards record store corner great big dog alone child alone skeleton on a pogo stick plane crash caused by booze a few bright eyed youth hamster on a fishhook my bed my pants my shirt an eyelash santa claus homeless guy with cat broken glass brown dry blood bruised eaten apple clots anxious ape biting nails 3.5 star turkey leg glue gun gazebo self propelled pebble toothless dentist hairless barber doctor's wife's boyfriend a boy and his friend long owl squat owl wrong owl lotta owls something close the glass something reflected my face i'm scowling oops i'm smiling