with the night’s old trick rainbow reflecting off the participation trophy we try our best to waddle past the open door to dreams of anonymous revenge
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the knife tears a little more into the muscle with every move though he thought he was clever he couldn’t hide it forever and one sunny seasonably cold day the power went out and we all sat around on hard chairs and chose the dreams we would have liked to have had
waiting for the final
misstep I stay inside
air conditioner ping
tink heavy dark air I
make spear points for some self
I wish I could discard
that sinking twist in the
gut deprive the fall of
all color but the game
gives up and talks about
dreams of cooking techniques
sneaks under floorboards after
brandy and cigars in
an old book and then
we may taste something new
but the white birch dreams of strangling the old man
in nothing the morning still but cries for seed or sex split the dark & in pours the need coffee with heavy feet & to scrape dreams from the face that needs to face nothing
a red mite
walks the stones
dreams of childhood
I smoke too much in dreams fine welding on the mermaid
the strange poetry of dreams I wake up so thirsty