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Briefcase Smile

devour children

with ink drenched palms

slaughtering words with words

washing down the morsels of remorse

with orthodox psychosis

melting mirrors with osmosis

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1995

i didn’t know the alphabet

like my sister did

 

i’d rather look out the window

when we were one plus two

 

the cars glimmered

on the asphalt

 

they were static

like you

 

you don’t exist

i desist

 

i used to resist

without essence

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Dogs

I went to eat that food. And after I done, I go eat more. Big one give me more. Off that table. In that big room with the thing everyone looks at. I don’t see much. And sometimes others like me are there. And I go at them when they make noise. I go at them. And go at them. I keep at it. Then I want food. Like now. Big one is eating. He watching the thing. So I go back and forth. Then the one who smells sweet come in. She give me food. I curl up. And then I sleep. Big red black dark shape.  The big dark come. Clustered. I hungry. And I thirst. Then it fades dark. That was big black. It make me not feel. The big black covers all. That the thing that covers most time. Light come. I get up and she is here. She alone in the big room. I want food. I go up at her. She not feeling the big black. I go at her. She already wet. Her face is wet. Everything around her face is wet. She wraps her arms around me. And the big black comes over us together. It covers me and my browness, and her and her paleness. The brown hairs on me stand up.

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Pagan Gods Did Drugs

Janice drifted through space. Her eyes were open but she could barely see. What would have been an impenetrable void was filled with only shadows and light.

“Jan-us. Jan-us. Jan-us.”

The sounds of an inconsequential voice barely penetrated her ears.

“What?”

Janice had to struggle in order to complete the word. The simple, one syllable question was barely able to depart from her coarse lips.

“Jan-us.”

The sound quickly transformed into a din when it reached her ears.

“What the fuck do you want?”

She imparted these words almost automatically. Janice did not want to hear the world around her. That was why her blistered but colored lips were able to open up and impart her honest inquiry. Janice was drowning, and she loved it. Her throat pulsed as she struggled to pull every shallow breath deeper into her chest.

“Ja-nus.”

A man was calling her name, trying to get a last response from the doomed female. Her face duplicated itself on the back of her skull and she could see forwards and backwards eternally. She realized that every moment with every altered variable was alive. The universe was an endless anarchic weave. If it were not for the dark abyss, she would not have wanted to wander the ocean floor. The water made her realize that, even though she was free to drift whichever wave she wished, she was still carried in every which way, through and to any place.