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dusk is lonely like a window watcher who has forgotten how to close the blinds and open the door-- the glass is cometed and meteroed with curiosity, gunpowdered with dust ...

our footsteps crosshatch and darken like sweet slumbered through nights, and I found the lips of a bottle on mine last night like some long lost lover that found me ...

i am a skeleton in a closet hidden and wilfully forgotten, tumbled into enjambed lines, dry wood bones and memories etched into the lines of each joint-- i am fossilized ...

I haven't slept for days-- each bat of my eyes eats at my skull and churns like a thicket of crickets-- and thunder caught in my stomach, my skin cracks ...

Paper breath, dry as empty eyes rustled like the early morning mice who found that they could eat the walls of a broken home and taste memories, like lemongrass and ...

another little part from my ww. I am decrepit like the house on the corner that cannot sell. The floorboards creak like my early morning bones, and the porch sags ...

I've been unable to write anything of worth recently, for which I apologize. This is an unedited excerpt from a word war. My grandchildren visit like spring, nimble and lithe ...

This is more a catharsis of imagery than anything else. My mind appears to be hellbent on not producing anything lucid. always- everywhere, things that we wish we do not ...

Thank you, jags. There are lilies on the table; they smell like deep summer, like the girl in my bed, Sarah. I wake into stagnant hair, a touch of humidity ...

do you think jesus saw us? I would take anyone's ghost, anyone's skeleton to my mouth; bones churn through black and white and everything is grayscale in open books, people ...

I have plucked my eyes from their sockets like overgrown, sharp leaved weeds, and jarred them with my heart, left them in the sun to dry; they peer about them ...

Wile E Coyote somehow did it. Congratulations. :)

I am vapour thin and porous, a fishnet of ideals, of literature washed up on a foreign shore and I collect the wet pages with hands as wrinkled as the ...

GOH-RILLAHZ

Looking forward to this.