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Cinco de Mayo ( Read more... )

I've saddled down ( Read more... )

The Earth has a ring ( Read more... )

He switched from a half-windsor ( Read more... )

A billowing gossamer,
haunting,
harrowing,
hospital hopper.

Oh baby.
It's gonna get crazy.

Lately, the morphine,
a haunting
harrowing
possibility stopper.

They loved like heroin.
An impossible
unstoppable
hole to fill.

in comes the sailor

the assailant

and are one and the same

with power and valor

and attention to pain ( Read more... )

100 Miles from Canton
and "I can't"
"Like, I can. not.
She just, ugh.
She just."

Ugh.

Reject as canon.

To speak and speak
and say nothing.

This is what regret feels like:
I can't believe the things I did
Wait,
what did I do again?

And everything is blending in
with scrambled dreams
and runny eggs
or are they
dippy in?

Are they fiction
or are they
images
that come flashing in?

Unannounced and unpronounced
Memories come thrashing in.

You
  can
    worm
      your
    way
  in
anywhere.

Hate
+
Hate
+
Hate
+
Clenched Jaw + Stare.

I will be great.
I will. I will. I will.
One day.

I could be a politican, too.
If I just tried.

You'll see. You'll see.

But let me finish this episode first.