Tag Archives: Blues

i got me

Flat Corner/Corner Blues I need your love at this flat corner cornerI got the flat corner blues You left me at this flat corner cornerI got me the flat corner blues I’ll wait at this flat corner cornerI’m livin’ the … Continue reading

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string of drugs

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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ecstatic in static

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading

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red giant capricious

I Am… (haiku) Yellow star burning—Red giant capriciousness—White dwarf exhausted. What I’m Reading: “There was a bottomlessness to the negations” — Stephanie Cawley / “Not”

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junior prom floor

The Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading

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pincers and gloves

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading

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saliva slings loosed

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading

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doomscroll done take

Doomscroll Blues Doomscroll done take my baby away Gotta check the cnn Gotta check the nbc Gotta check the nyt Gotta check the washpost Gotta check the bosglobe Gotta check the miaherald Gotta check the npr Gotta check the abc … Continue reading

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