I count the times I laugh
in between words that
are simply
not true.
You made me so damn
self-aware of how
I replaced my tears
with laughter.
Tickle your toes. . .
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I do not dare be secretive in my art, in my words, I want everything I say to ooze love to all, like a pearl-less oyster onto thirsty sand. ...
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July 7th the face of a rose deflates our windowsill- not much of a garden. July 8th after the party- a painting is crooked I think someone d...
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there was once a combination of colors, that I thought looked like raised type-set on linen paper, but it's little but some bleeding of ...
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a know-nothing non-something, a song, a back-slap, a tree without sap. crowned with ceremony and melancholia- a whistle, a snap. a marriage ...
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sister so (un)successful sister so in-(dependent) sister, are you in there? "always the color blue, always take the train, always wink ...
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So, I'm a sympathetic. But I've decided- Sympathy is reckless. A virtue; punishable. Look at the kind of behavior that it influences...
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The ache in my jaw reminds me of my age, that I'm still cutting teeth on broken sage and giving up meat is my best bet, because I'm ...
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two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
Exhibit A: When this was first documented, I was more flattering of him than I should of been, but it was another reminder of that star-spe...
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where are my garden gloves to weed out your evils? where are my rubber gloves to scrub off your stupid? where are my surgical gloves to cut ...
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