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Across the Middle Distance

Dying slowly Empty, devoid of fear or any feeling Although sadness sometimes sneaks in through the locked door I am leaving, going away from the world Walking alone, carrying nothing, leaving nothing behind It is lonely and cold, and dark … Continue reading

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Dancing with Godot on Pepper Sprout Pony Kegs

The lights on the going up stairs are confused they’re off at the bottom they’re off at the top which way is up which way is down is anyone’s guess The chaos descended, I believe, on Saturday morning although it … Continue reading

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No Mascara

If you thought it was your last day Your very last You might wear a pretty red dress You might even curl your hair Although you might skip the mascara You want to leave in good form Mascara runs & … Continue reading

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Jack Dempsey & Me

Even Jack Dempsey had to get out of the ring He told me so, I was 10, it was New York So here I am all these years later, taking the gloves off Sitting in the corner Sucking hard on … Continue reading

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Pretense, Public vs. Private Monikers

Friends share secrets I am your secret. I had thought we were lovers, best friends Turns out you’re just a guy collecting secrets So on this Memorial Day let us take leave of pretense, of the notion of public versus … Continue reading

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1 to 5

the scale is broken stuck at 1.5 sometimes at 2.75 no matter the level of levity good news, good friends the lever swings low 3’s, 4’s, 5’s gone like a dream left behind the girl is broken stuck at 1.5 … Continue reading

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Wonder Woman & The Tin Man

The truth is I’ve been standing here on your doorstep forever Or at least a year Since last Halloween in fact I ring the doorbell peek through the curtains adjust the straps on my costume wishing I really was Wonder … Continue reading

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