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Sunday, May 27, 2018

Poetry: the knot in the jungle at your neck

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death and disturbing images.  your eyes open that knot tightens around your neck it is raining it is always raining your tears your mouth that sniffle; you’re up that knot          that neck; it...

Poetry: All dead birds are socialists

You don’t expect to see a dead bird walking to work in the morning. It’s glamourous how your eyes stay open when you die. Running theory is: so you can see who...

Poetry: WEINSTEIN’S PRESLEY BIOPIC PULLED FROM THE ANIMAL LOVER’S OWN HANDS

    you ain’t nothing but a hound dog is a degrading song to sing to a hound dog     but an act subordinate to patting a stranger on the stomach and whispering     good...

Poetry: How to be human when you’re a gorilla in a hostile climate

When a Raven caws saying, this is my stoop, You have found yourself in the middle of a common problem with a terrible solution. Shoo the raven away saying, property is theft, and you...