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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Saturday 5/06/2017 01:48:00 AM

the yellow darkness quickly sold her. all iou's and small change.

the sky was low. so close you could almost touch it. the world hummed. a ticking clock. erupting with moments. she didn't know how far. though the pinpoint on the horizon articulated it well.

the smaller calamities. those are the ones that define us. blunt pencils persudae the paper. in thick words. the ravenous animals of the flesh. the simple cages we use to try to tame them. all rusted bars and broken locks.

the hideous souvenirss of happines. that linger. like dirty syringes. long after the medicine is spent.

the hours stumble. like skipping rope. empty  corridors solve for zero.


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