watched you take another drag. kinda sexy when you’re smoking. saw you at some show at mabel’s in july, azure in your hair, my mouth too close to your ear. i’m screaming in your ear. this noise is a drag. the sahara’s in my mouth. i’m really gonna quit smoking. in a few hours, azure […]

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organic junk.

the albatross of past hurts weighs heavy like a fecal cross. garbage heaps expand for miles waiting to become compost piles but worms won’t  even eat this stuff, long since spoiled and decomposed. etheric mucus takes up so much space. the decongestion happens too fast. rejected detritus sings a white flag up the pole to […]

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Jason was shy  in a way that made you think he was intelligent, enigmatic  in a way that made you guess what his life was like before he split.  His plaid and leather jacket was his second skin, a security blanket during summer’s most brutal days. Bondage pants and pole climber boots, safety pins that […]

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