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The thread-worn heel of my shoe has cut through my achilles'


Beckoned on by taurine and sugar-sweet amphetamine


Days passed with the hours and eons with the minutes


Arbitrarily changing lanes to stay awake


I cried on the shoulder near a bridge in Pennsylvania


Just before I threw all my journals into the slow river below


I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish they'd float


But just as the heart is wont to do, my memories sank


Snorting crushed caffiene pills off Dante's Inferno


Stubbing out cigarettes on the back of my own hand


Miles built upon miles of open, gutted lands


Mocked by the mountainous spines of giants


Who've slept long enough to grow forests


Right along the path I ran my hand down your back


Tooth to tooth and claw to claw


Misplacing the thought that dawn would come soon


And I'd leave without a...

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Bats biting. Blinded and bitter.


To the taste of bubbles in dying drinks.


The swarm beneath the collar. 


I set a match to my funeral suit.


The end of the tunnel, with no light.



Ankle...

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There's a temple at the center of the forest north of I-94. Thumbtacks holding up old rolls of fishing line, air pellets spilled inside plywood drawers. And the woods across the...

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by TheSerpentThe... Sep 03, 2014
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A Bedouin shawl around the neck of a leper


Tarot cards smudged with lipstick and blood


A gypsy in a glass case spitting fortunes


Electronic gestures made by a machinist's muse


We're...

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by TheSerpentThe... Sep 02, 2014
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We forget sometimes that god is not on our side.


Enough rain will bring the flood.


Enough insects will steal our blood.


Dressed up in posh mink coats.


Dynasty flowered skirts.


Chemical...

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Made and unmade


In the same minute


Bricks and mortar


Back to sand and clay


Strep throat and ghosts


In the fibers of your pillows


Stains on the tile


Where I vomited and waxed


A poetic thing

...
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by TheSerpentThe... Aug 26, 2014
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I've pushed myself out of my own way and into the coming of an arrogant storm. While my family places coins on my eyes, right before the worms make it inside. With rings through...

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Parabolic // Traumatic  


Mitochondrial infractions mutating marbled messes of eyes


Synthetic // Parasitic


The tapeworm is wrapping around the artery


Lethargic // Tragic


This console is...

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There was one damn moment, in the filial revolt of our youth, wished out of the coin pond, in which we had faith that we could do great things. Placing scaffolding against the soft...

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Injury made insipid through its being constant


A boy culled into the pewter bowl of toxic fumes


Conjured up by shamanistic principles of a common word


That dribbles from my tongue too...

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by TheSerpentThe... Aug 19, 2014
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