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Sphinx

I don’t like you.

I don’t like the way you wear your hair.
I don’t like your infatuation with the color black;
The way you smear it on your lips and wipe it across your eyes, 191 more words

Writing

The Antithesis To The Train Bleu

Upstairs in the bathroom, after I have dressed and left the laptop on the dining room table, I hear the lonesome call of the 4am and the tell-tale rumbling through the open window. 214 more words

Poetry

Two Days Later

Two days later, I’m on the tractor, talking to the wind about you, wishing that this crop of doubts that has grown up in my mind would disappear like the grass I’m mowing down. 234 more words

Writing

Nocturnal Duo

The coon is in my mind,
a shadow revealed by the porch light,
turning in circles in the back yard,
licking each blade of grass. 154 more words

Poetry

Dead FM

Dead FM

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‘Don’t cha find the internet bums you the hell out…’
I read, I thought, ‘lonely bloke, blog bloke blogs,’ I thought.

‘Well then, you,’ I said, tapped, switched tenses, tapped, addressed the man to cheek… 324 more words

Writing

Meal Of One

I am awake again at a time when I should not be.

My body and mind, each with their own particular aches, conspire to push me from the bed out into the cold house to this screen I sit in front of with these words my only warmth and consolation. 169 more words

Poetry