Be Alone I wish it were ten, no eleven years ago I was 20 drunk high bruised crimson bloody making angels in the powdered snow. It all made sense the water the dark the light the wet melted into my hips my heart but I woke up and I knew exactly where I was supposed … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry: Top Ten No. 3
Carcinogenic Poetry: Top 10
Carcinogenic Poetry: Top Ten No. 2
On a Sunday Afternoon I.C.E. bled though our door packing heat. We took the lead, marched in front of a jittery virgin trigger-finger ready to earn his gold-stitched vest. We fetched stained papers masked in plastic & jolted from the blast of a tailpipe backfiring, calling like winter from a shallow puddle. They checked us … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry: Top Ten No. 2
Carcinogenic Poety: Top Ten No.1
Pointed—That Beam of Light That beam of light upon your face reveals the blush of summer gone from it. And now, treatment for a reflective era: Evening. She creeps over the trees and valleys on multiple legs of brittle iron poles. An expanding barracks not fluttering but oozing in mile-high wafts and we are pointed … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poety: Top Ten No.1
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