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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Man go Van Gogh
Dude you’re freaking me out
There’s real people
caught in this net.
Hoop is hope
I felt it when she went down
Not her flab
smacking the tile
but the constriction
of her heart
from the laughter
that followed
Things sad in so many ways
You can’t even count them.
So which is it?
Don’t change, she said
Right after she fired me
for being the way I was.
The sound of another man’s apple
Gets between
me and the page
and you and me,
his incisors
breaking the skin,
unfortunately,
and there’s a certain
sloshing
you don’t want to hear.
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