Category: Poetry
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Break Appetit//eyes
‘Break Appetit’ What is there to eat when the food runs out? Pad your stomach with the briny gruel of rage. What is there to feel when hunger gnaws at feeling? Chisel your nerves in the comfort of numbness. Does human flesh taste like survival? My, what big teeth you have. ‘eyes’ …
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Monday Fever
To his alarm, great purple hammocks hung beneath his eyes, sore to the morning sun. Wrestling house keys to the car, it had stung to jog, spurred by the memory that he’d done mere nothing of the work his boss had sprung upon him two weeks back… too much among other tasks, and paralysis of…
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Walking the Rocks
Here squats a sandstone city, its streets choked by motley cloth, Crowd River; bank brimming over toes tucked beneath dark waters cloaked by shade of steel shoulders, hunched, crouching. Light ripples on its water, blending hues which glimmer a vibrant crescendo to grins glistening. Wealthy tourists choose cockatoo or kangaroo memento. String lights gleam like…
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Bonding
I. In the deep woods, the decaying and overgrown world, the twisted vines snap, frail from whips of wind. I am consumed, by the hollowness of the night. Here lie the crystals, the mild candlelight and my sacrifice – a bloody, fluffy bunny. Crafted cantations carved from my carnal craze. Cracking call ringing in the…
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Ardent Spirits
The effects of ardent spirits upon the human body and mind: Obstruction of the liver, Jaundice and dropsy of every cavity in the body, Diabetes, Voices, music. Now the empty street footsteps and an empty bottle. Falsehood, fraud, theft, and murder, An overpass. The tangled veins of the city below. A car…
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Den
There are rats nesting beneath the stairwell bordering the doorway to our little shared house. Their little fingers scratch in the dirt, and their black eyes gleam like beads. They scour the alley to glean bits and pieces, fresh nibblings, fine for a rat’s dinner. Up creaking stairs they trot, the chunky food between teeth,…