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IRIS CADAVER 

IRIS CADAVER 

I saw the End and it spoke my name
Like it was concrete and lemons.
I heard a pie. Made of...

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Fading

Fading

Fading...

The great gig in the sky awaits us all but certain souls are impatient...

Not by...

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True King

True King

There once was a man named David
He killed lions and Giants
did it all
He was a...

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Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes you want to be alone
and no one has to know
there’s peace, content and quiet...

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FROM MY DARKNESS I COME

FROM MY DARKNESS I COME

Dis-apart from my Darkness I come
Born of an old wound with the grim bits
of a bright day;...

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AT THE VERY TIP OF THE...

AT THE VERY TIP OF THE MOONS’ HORN


at the very tip of the moons’ horn
there you will find a fabularium of unaccosted beauty...

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My light shall not diminish

In what corner lies the devil, to entice another round, knocked down and battered, but still I'm holding...

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I swept my Temple with my...

I swept my Temple with my eyelashes and blamed God


I swept my Temple with my eyelashes and blamed God
for the drudgery. Drank tea with a...

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Fred Austere

Fred Austere

lightning claps a thunderbolt into a teacup
and I take a sip. unabashedly.
just East of my...

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Introspectator

Introspectator

in your head the sleeping is a pilgrimage
but it’s actually an arrival.
and they are the...

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PEACH BELLINI

PEACH BELLINI

Your Will-o'-the-wisp is a bonfire
In love with Blue Cheese and phantom magma
serving a dark...

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THE NEXT POEM IS THIS THING...

THE NEXT POEM IS THIS THING RIGHT HERE

the next poem is this thing right here; doing the cartwheels
on wet mattresses, because the Sea is...

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THE OFFENSE OF THE CROSS

IN ORDER FOR THE GOSPEL TO MAKE ANY SENSE,
YOU MUST FIRST UNDERSTAND THAT THE PREACHING OF THE...

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EVIL IS FREE

EVIL IS FREE

It’s America and
Evil is Free.

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~ Live Again ~

~ Live Again ~

There's no need to ever admit
That I was here...

Take up the banner of your life
...

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Smoke, Rocks And Bubblegum

Smoke, Rocks And Bubblegum


In the cornfield you’ll find two kinds of people.
Scarecrows and Ghosts.

II

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