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Couldn’t Be. Then Who?

I am Spartacus. No, I am. What are you, high? I’m the real Sparty! Will the real Spartacus please stand up and hold-ever-so-still-so-we-can-nail-your-hands-and-the-hands-of-5,999-of-your-best-friends-into-6,000-crosses-please-and-thank-you-it’ll-only-sting-for-a-moment —————————————————————- So, the syllable count might be off on this one as well. This is the state my mind is in guys. This is what writing a tanka every night turns you … Continue reading

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I’m on a cliff, poised to leap, but long fingers pull at my sleeves – self hatred self pity self consciousness. If I could only ever just –   ——————————————————————– Spent way too much time on this one. Only to not think of what to write about. So I wrote about not writing. And then … Continue reading

A Harmontown Tanka
Blog / Poetry

A Harmontown Tanka

Now in session: you who feel like freaks, geeks, outcasts – those who feel friendless – warm yourself at a fire lit by Tylenol with Codeine —————————————- ————————————— After the tanka last night I wanted to do something a little more light-hearted. Today I read a comic about Harmontown and listened to an episode of … Continue reading