September 2010
2nd snippet before november
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depraved senses sweating axes serrating hairs
anxious wounds vacuums dry sahara skin
awry terror and sliding sins the inability to heal
confined in your own mind
it’s torture when you can’t keep friends
self hating hermit it ain’t easy being red
carrying your parents bones in your knapsack
one hundred smears of solitude
info cripples wrinkled speech ripples across
the oceans wrinkled...
“dying dreams is a crowded solitude”
– poet jack storm
“things can’t look up until you do”
– poet jack storm
lil snippet before november
some broken stanzas of a poem-
unregulated minds foster the inability, the lack of discipline, that the like minded flock to, that aristocratic hogwash- visit first, examine later, been there and bought that
thinking is a selfish sport these days
lynched in the uterine prison, serrated labia on your lapel, labeled captive even before you were distilled born, that jagged edge frilly hipster jacket...
new work in november
piles of it waiting to be scheduled with your tea.
