"look at him
putting old things
in boxes for new places
as if it were going to--"

"shhh. let him alone.
it could help."

"it won't. not if my watch still
keeps correct time."

"well, you're not him are you?"

"that's the problem."

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hey Richie,
write again,
you know you want to.
it's no
lvl 57
magic power,
but it does
give you a hard on
once in a while.

so there was this building. it ( Read more... )

muttering. recent-mute ( Read more... )

there was a poem here
that was like a loose edge
on the worst wallpaper you've ever seen.
i did it a favor,
wrapped these words
around its smug little neck
and twisted until i heard
bone scrape on bone.

man, we ruined dancing, didn't we? with ( Read more... )

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i remember this. nervous
twisting,
frayed fingertips of
self adornment. finally.
there is a motherfucker of a line
which Bukowski shoved
through the back of my skull
from behind a bathroom wall,
but it didn't take. 'til just now.

when i used to write ( Read more... )