If winds blew west
If rivers flowed up hills
If I had not been so blessed
If I didn’t need these pills
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Flat, Like a joyless ode. No ups or downs, No peaks and valleys, Just the outstretched blank expanse of human emptiness Onto wh... -
At the bottom of this cup of coffee, I see reflected in the dregs my schlubby mug. Unshaven and saggy-eyed, I look as if I have...
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I hope I don’t live to regret having lived. Some things are gonna suck, though, and for a long while, but never so much that “o...
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The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
Every morning as the sun crests Over the hoity-toity housing up the hill I choke one down. You could set a clock by it. A bitter...
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I found a little peace somewhere between free and incarcerated I found a little peace somewhere slathered in paint and wanderlust... -
Day breaks open over the halls of men. The yolk slowly sags its way down, coating everything the light touches in a thin sheen ...
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