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Random Prose: A Strange Solace and Sadness on the City After Sundown A strange solace and sadness descends on the city after sundown. Streets now emptied of daytime madness, drivers now rare on these asphalt ribbons that wind through neighbourhoods, arteries once fast-flowing with life blood of the city now barely present.

Poem: He Who Tweets

Little bird chrips Up in his tree Thinking I hear But I don’t see He makes loud noise On branch he sits Though he is loud All he does is shit So, little bird Up in your tree Keep on chirping It doesn’t bother me

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Poem: My Kingdom of Rust

My city is faded glory,

Lit up every night,

Flowers and rust remain here,

In the morning light.

Of all the things that could’ve been,

And things that are yet to be,

Happiness and sorrow,

Are all the things I see.

Dreams of what might have been,

And of those yet to come,

Inside and all around me,

Remind me where I’m from.

I’ve gone to a few places,

And been around this Earth,

But they may not…

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Poem: Crash Pad Laundromat

In the middle of the night

When not a soul is stirring

I slip into the bright white lights

And hear washing machines whirling

Empty now, a space I spy

And bend down to my task

Notice in the corner of my eye

Clandestine shadow masks

A form of man who barely moves

And smells of sweat and hunger

No laundry does he now clean here

Only respite from rain and thunder

Arm wrapped into backpack strap

Ye…

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Poem: The Night is a Lonely Beast

The night is a lonely beast

With snow that falls like flowers

Wrapping city in cold quiet

Falling like deathly showers

Rap music on radio

Textures under brush

Paint it red and rusted

Destroy it with my touch

Empty is this room

Dark is in my heart

Light only creates shadow

Black is now this art

I will paint it bitter

And scream into the night

Only silent witness

Create until hate comes to light

S…

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I Guess the Good Times are Over

Note: this was pre-scheduled for posting after being written last night.

The past few weeks has been a depressing epilogue to the past few months of my life. After a summer of tattooing and campaigning, life since tattooing and the election have weighed heavy upon my heart, soul, and body. My eyes are failing, my fingers hurt, and I’ve lost the inspiration to create original work. The heart I…

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Poem: My City Ain't Romantic

Poem: My City Ain’t Romantic

My city ain’t romantic It’s not Paris in the Spring Streets not filled with laughter And the joy it brings There is no painted sunset On golden sandy beach No wandering through Paradise It’s too far out of reach Instead, we walk on quiet trails And turn our faces to the sun Along shimmering water And let our emotions run We wander through the park at night A rosegarden lit by the moon Sweet words…

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Poem: I Dream in the Daytime

I dream in the daytime At night, I only sleep My heart is full of promise But hope is my own to keep Everywhere is a colour If only in my eyes Look up from the gutters See the stars hang in the skies Music makes me dance But in ways none will see A symphony of movement Only meant for me I’ll only show this wonder When your heart is true Until then, it’s only mine A dream I’ll make for you. ©2018…

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Short Story: Death of a Tattoo Artist A new format for exptessing my thought and feelings.

Poem: Gothic State of Mind

Somewhere, we are languishing But not always together Hiding in our darkness In a room of rainy weather Smoke hangs heavy, lilting Candles dimly burn Music in the stillness This book’s pages do not turn Sweetness is so bitter Memories only remain Happiness not experienced But tender is this pain All this beauty lasts Only this short time Thoughts and heartfelt feelings Frozen in my mind Hearts…

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Poem: Monsters and Magic

Sometimes I see magic In all the smallest things The chirping of the crickets The flapping of birds wings The lights upon the water The bridge that’s lit up bright The sun above Guerrilla Park And also the full moon at night The smile I see on your face The sparkle in your eyes The cat that purrs beside me The stars twinkling in the skies But these days, I see monsters Pacing in the dark…

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