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Slugtrail Slime: June 2010

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Sunday, June 27, 2010. Of a tree emerges out of paper. And graphite and ash;. It is a sprout between fractures. In the waterless desert,. Where agave farmers search. For babies to, one day, harvest. The dry flat land is drunk with us. She makes no sense,. In her dry meandering humor,. That raspy laugh, a whisky giggle,. She burns our brains. And begs us to prettify her. We stuff our bottles with rags,. And wait and wait. Our legs a lotus, one on top. Of the other;. For anything to show up,. How I want it!

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Slugtrail Slime: Television Withdrawl

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Thursday, June 10, 2010. Let the pixels refract. Through my cornea,. Each little ray of light. My skull and brain,. This idle mind a porous. Haven for a slingshot narrative,. A few laughs, or quiet captivation. How I want it! How it teases me! This universe, castrated,. Factory-farmed, flash-frozen,. Prepackaged, and reheated,. Served in sectioned-off plastic,. A compartmentalized story,. A soft mush, easy to swallow;. Its silence calls to me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Thursday, June 3, 2010. With every moment,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is a place to track my slow progress as a poet and thinker. I figure here is a better home for them than in a rundown documents folder. Please comment and critique as I am not yet William Carlos Williams or Emily Dickinson. View my complete profile. A clear pictureof a tree emerges out of paper and. As a humanbodies never burden they tighten, break.

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Slugtrail Slime

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010. And my sturdy jawed boss. Replaces my broken hand. With one filled with beer -. This continues for some time. Until the Earth passes through. A patch in the universe. Close to time’s childhood. And time decides to leave the bar. Only nobody can speculate. As I am left here to apologize. For speculating on time’s gender. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Drinks fall to planned obsolescence and my sturdy. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation.

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Slugtrail Slime: November 2010

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010. And my sturdy jawed boss. Replaces my broken hand. With one filled with beer -. This continues for some time. Until the Earth passes through. A patch in the universe. Close to time’s childhood. And time decides to leave the bar. Only nobody can speculate. As I am left here to apologize. For speculating on time’s gender. Saturday, November 6, 2010. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Slugtrail Slime: Images in New Jersey, Ideas that are Our Fault

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Thursday, May 13, 2010. Images in New Jersey, Ideas that are Our Fault. What do you want me to prove? That I have culture? That I have important ideas. That you can’t see. There is nothing new. But what we make. And you want it said quietly? Here is an image for you:. A year old condom,. And a single rain boot. Dance on the foamy shore. Of Sandy Hook, New Jersey. The condom, half-filled with. Bubbly water, deflates. As a young girl. In a baseball cap and. Drops it in a trash bag. The image, disturbed.

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Slugtrail Slime: January 2010

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Saturday, January 23, 2010. I am the stone and the seed underneath. Water will erode and feed me. And I will grow. Wednesday, January 20, 2010. I hear you speak of escape,. Of a dirty bus stop at the edge of the earth. And single bag packed with the essentials:. A toothbrush, cat food, and sex-. But I am told by people to mind my step. To fear bombs in the ground, in the sky,. And carried within holy men and pregnant women. I am told to stay away from folks with clothes on. As I cannot seduce them all.

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Slugtrail Slime: Options

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010. Let’s forget our careers. For a moment and go. On a trip somewhere. We can sit someplace. With grass or dirt. And watch the sun rise. Or fall into the flat. We can talk about us,. Our love, the trees,. Or listen to the distant. And let silence strike. The scene, as the world. Lightens up, or dims. Then black in a mist. Or on a clear night. I could look at you,. Or yellow summer dress. Knees, or draped. And we could call. The place home,. Or we could call it nothing.

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Slugtrail Slime: February 2010

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010. Bleach yesterday’s bones. Return His relics to the mantle. We are barely tomorrow,. So save it, or trash it. All the time is in. Thursday, February 4, 2010. Fingers and thumbs touch;. Fingers and thumbs are naked halos;. I am wet and drunk;. My fingers and thumbs touch. Make halos. The felt self of skin and brain send reciprocal messages. An idle escape plan. And I am naked. It is Thursday or Saturday -. Drunk and mid-circuit, a time to wait. This is a lie.

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Slugtrail Slime: Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation.

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Saturday, November 6, 2010. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is a place to track my slow progress as a poet and thinker. I figure here is a better home for them than in a rundown documents folder. Please comment and critique as I am not yet William Carlos Williams or Emily Dickinson. View my complete profile. Drinks fall to planned obsolescence and my sturdy. Waking up is hard in worrisome anticipation.