The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi. Cilium itches from plastic tang. Fermenting surf churns above but Continue reading
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Girl Without a Cause
I. Captivity The stench of bong water that follows like a stagnant cloud. Roll on Old Spice, pock-marked face, tie dye baseball tee. You’re a self medicated stoner with a blowtorch to battle abjection. No D.A.R.E program could keep you from imparting your smoke to me. A secondhand high. Continue reading
Four Doors Down
Did I tell you about the shady business down the hall? Garbage bins line the walls overflowing pizza crust and piss-yellow Mountain Dew.
say it coward say it
your words are a plague- you spread
as you speak
you are not special
My hair is purple and covers one eye so that the Gibson full of mites isn’t a sham. “You look just like your mother when you were that age! But you have your father’s nose.” I wish that wasn’t true. The blob on the bridge makes me look like a harpy.
Les Mans
Moro reflexes tested when
you touch my open palm.
Do you remember?
An inflexible anchor
that hide his eyes while
playing Peek-A-Boo.
Familiar Stranger
I locked eyes with a ravishing stranger.
Something in those eyes held me captive,
They seemed familiar – I felt no danger.
I was entranced, for they were so attractive.
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