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31 December 2017

Turn taste twist

In a f- in a God damned way

They mean it no they’re really not

kidding kid’s all messed up from the

brain serum sure-shot of

the nineties

September 7 2017

gotten real bundled the old folks befuddled AK locked and loaded while my girlfriend feelin bloated black on top of white jeans are on tight sippin’, a sippin’, a sippin’ on a dry one -- scotch lickin on a wet one -- crotch makin a baloney sand-wich playin’ with my lonesome boy flickin’ on the T.V. breakin’, breakin’ boundaries textin’ all the girls I want nu-dies fallin off the couch I got du-ties take care of my family with made-up similes a white boy with a watch a hot one in the microwave pock-et take it out, burn my lip regret I ever did this I promised I would eat like someone who is meat-less but there is no escaping this process open up the freezer pull out an appeaser to please her to really feed her runnin’ out of breath I’m runnin’ out of breath my time is a wastin’ away

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September 5 2017

grabble slickmud stickyshoe the rain pops and pounds and tent goes blurry smoke turn and smoke lean out, up, pan’s hot one, two, three egg far too much bacon grease to fry a piece of whole wheat if you ever bit down on anything so slick without loving begin to know the perils and trials of THUNDERCLAP beginnings and unknowing ends it all flows down the sand, the soot, the mud stomped and pondered by young souls with mild interests in outdoor creativity starting fires looking up to quickclouds sharpening sticks with newknife gifts sampling the new brand of f l e e c e

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June 7 2017

believe me it has not been easy when madre said that nonsense it was a question of my name grandmother made sense of my throne (was it?) and she fed and clothed me school wasn’t so hard once I became the one to suggest my future my flight

between the oceans a whole lot of land plants and people now a child has come and a new seat my side my love beginning we

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June 6 2017

chittering with bubs looking out the window i’m stoned again like so many sundays eyes itchy and the left one worse than the right it won’t go away catch-up call with a friend day drinking when it is the season of still daytime in the evening making complaints and airing grievances complaining, complaining listening to sad music feeling tears well up out of fear and this this itching in my eye a quick phone scroll and everyone is on there talking politics what friends have I now I remember that we used to laugh about the silly things we made up now it’s like we’re tracking wallpaper in the dark babbling and greasing our bonds with personality licking our fingers and dipping for more

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June 5 2017

my sacrifice our sacrifice whose was greater hers or my own? answering texts in the sacristy right before a wedding it made me smile but the groomsmen would outshine with their liquored pudgy dog faces long nights where bed was mandatory and sleep the option staring blankly into dimly lit screens letting mine off to charge and wake me in the morning there sat quietly in the cold could be felt even while my other had the blanket and i was relegated to mine ice melts now due to increase in noxious fumes expelled while making growth did you fart no did you no

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June 2 2017

office practice bit my tongue drinking yogurt in morning stuffed bags and tups of food into lunch box and fell out front door covered in leaves then turned car on and did a U-ie drove past the many just like me hit the timer when I reached my desk and watched it hit seven teen before I knew I would have to break it goes without saying that speaking with a man who witnessed early atmospheric tests is a special occasion and I just hope I can help him before his time is done but first a banana

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May 31 2017

aromatic draughts endured over ice wine biographical notes of pete honey, allspice, red ochre it’s cold in space and the pressure is so low that to flip a calendar would be speckled and special severity of condition begins to make headway in ways

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May 23 2017

it took a year but no longer do I toil under trump hag orange-white skin powdered fat popping from her dark puckered lips but i promised you’d get your money I just need you to work with me the month off was a rebirth almost ready to join the military it took a year but the old skin shed and grew anew babby got mad but when i got the new gig she loved me again the frequency of meditations not as before like when the applications were in for school punctuated by breaks in breath heart palpitations am I doing the right thing what is the right thing

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May 21 2016

more became with and tested time limits waxed under cosmic s p a c e t i m e rivets beneath the everything ness of being but no does no t matter now n o wit h the blue ligh t that calls wit h no oath to de vo tion we lied

May 10 2016

brand them baller price right shopping cart roller pregnant with goons spokes and grins whine in with great intent list reasons sulliable though packets laid out by ben dover meats that blandest of sweets bananas

quickest graying see not coming break it break it mother’s day bouquet

June 23 2014 (23)

voyager the fact that there is a space probe touching the nothing beyond our solar system makes a difference to somebody somewhere so couch it, you fiddler ye fiddler of bright cell phone screens yeah that's right, I'm looking at you, in bed skimming words keep an eye out for the curses and those baggage claim tickets you call "shared opinions" september is on its way and what have you done with your days

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June 22 2014 (22)

boy with ball shorts of night shirttail of sunset a pudgy boy flows downhill grass green he is a barrel or looks like a gorilla he flows sadly and hastily

a bright red ball making copy of him, taunting and laughing floating on the water

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June 21 2014 (21)

a wheelchair held me up at the supermarket discretely and dutifully a young woman stole a strawberry for her mother

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June 20 2014 (20)

success comes in many forms I wanted to expand my vocabulary so I instead of reading went into the woods and started to name things. a rock was there and on it sat a frog. pointing at him, I shouted, "Thablow!" once and so he hopped away. then the dew had dried crows had chased the hawk away and I was left alone with my thoughts and ramblings. a tree was there and on it sat a leaf. pointing at him, I shouted, "Ganderlow!" twice and so he shivered and danced. knowing I had become an expert in the field of nomenclature, or taxonomy, I'm not sure which, a river was there and in it swam a fish. pointing at him, I shouted, "Bangletambertow!" thrice and so he asked me, "what?" I stopped my naming that day but still go back there to say hello to my elusive pet bass, who I affectionately call, "Bamby."

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June 19 2014 (19)

confabulations no! I can't do it! I hate math! I hate it! my crying sucker filled with chewing gum

softball too soft swings so greatly it, frail, flies high over the fence can you please buy me a new one? my cry again skateboard got run over kid stole my bike from the freshmen dorms ice cream with sprinkles grandpa bought and dad was mad a lone bumble bee I eyeballed from the kitchen touching grass beer guy at the ball game yelling "it's the beer guy!" "get your beer here!" assembling a computer for a fourth grade teacher in fifth grade making the world smaller by squinting an eye in the backseat of a car and then bigger with the other he spat in my mess kit after a scout meeting and a light wrestle a cop pulled our corner too quickly and ended up not making it no seatbelt

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June 18 2014 (18)

long way home, country back roads in winter slipping out of her and making it down stairs to a breakfast of avocado we exchanged tea tips knowing I was too desperate to return I did not stroke make a joke of or belittle her just cooed the silence with my holy trouser image "you wear it well," she said. "I don't care," I said "but you do."

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