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Not today Justin
if i look back, i am lost
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hello vonnie
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@matthew-pasquarello
ah, shit. undenied, purity's hang-ups vegetative relationship toward veins...
here's an ocean for an alley's toothful cobblestone-esque mouth. pinchers clicked sand and stuck for a beat-up boogie board's worth of sacrificial undertow
did no oath or acrobatic better no wordsmith's worse to win, smack-dab in almost-barren middles of real courage cutting it close arched in so many ways like our penguins up in ruler-assembly snapped down a lot of hidden boundaries '
juggle arrows as jurisdiction allows
writer's block for plagiarists.
deserve emotions like pond scum in a dealer's choice of sun.
let's ruminate over yard-sale notebooks with their ears ripped off and their bellies full of chickenscratch.
absolved of all tin-can guilt in a phone booth not properly used since pockets full of change made sense, and then some.
roll over clumsily to get comfortable. it didn't work and now i face a patch of peeling paint i want to rip clear across the wall like scabs on a warrior.
we don't use shields. we savor puncture wounds as though they were lockets containing love
kisses worth their weight in coffin nails. i lit a cigarette on the stove.
laughing alone made everything clear like a shadow's turn in the sun.
breathing restless, antisocial tongues.
the carpenter ants walk to forget. a magnifying glass is left on a sunburnt sidewalk.
with garage door closed, we raise musical notes till their wings are dry.
sunday evening crises
and she screamed from a slanted rooftop, "the curse just got a whole lot worse"
mid-town bullying
never phased a squeamish rubbish-bin smirking with
a plastic mouth open
bigger-than-life.
stuffed so heavily we heave to sidewalks or pastures or
a plaza full of recognizable nothingness.
"you couldn't just listen?"
"i couldn't just drool when i talk"
LIKE THIS POST QUICK
i'll write something for you
a little ditty
"y'know...down there?"
"no. i don't."
"you would if you ever listened."
"you're referring to genitals? or hell? or downstairs."
"it's all downhill from here."
"i'm not laughing."
a flaw in any front-teeth whistle. works for clementines.
cryptic freedom ran rampant in a nonchalant discovery of free toiletries and ransom notes on internet's money money and more money
intact was flow. flushing. cardinal direction.
fuck would be kidding, truth would be told through funnels of regret's mistress in-too-deep like card tables scarred with rings
what part of MA are you in? I’ve seen your posts and I think we’ve passed through the same bar(s) in Boston before. Interesting!
From New Bedford. Live in somewhere else, but i frequent boston often so that is likely!
a lot when on along the river bed.
skipped smooth rocks so far they shattered pouting diamond clock-faces in another umbilical time and scissor space.
regurgitated hymns peppered in no longer meaning anything. it made our noses itch. aftermath of sneezing out a bolt of false confidence.
are we sure this is safe? sitting on the stairs of a church licking holy water from cracks in cement?
how scars don't vanish and streetglow vapors are inherited by thick skin
and blank checks are jammed into a nameless mailbox with no gag reflex
steeple our fingers, for even the smallest of souls need shade
we read stories.
i stole a book of matches from the junk drawer.
there was a cleansing of souls. community service.
we read backs of cereal boxes.
i said "find each other when we take off these rose-tinted glasses?"
and the park bench was empty when i got there.
dove kisses. worth price of admission.
heroes in their natural habitat: falling from the sky.
as if traffic couldn't be any worse.
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an array of what-ifs on the good dinner plate.
eat up. get fat with bloated memories too blurry to remember correctly.
there's rummaging in the side yard.
let it be.