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They stiffened but lay still together,
the room reeked of blood. At sunrise,
the maid found them and informed
the lady of the house. She was thirty,
very pretty, and most disturbed by
the position of her husband, held
by the arms of his butler: companion,
dear friend. She deemed it suicide,
perhaps a murder, but no struggle
was apparent in the placement
of the sheets around their bodies
or hands still entwined. The lady,
counting pride, dignity, and money
on the same fingers, hatched a plan
with the maid to have them moved
so their deaths appeared separate
or the result of an armed dispute,
remembering the eve of their union,
when she knew but was promised
alongside a handsome stock
of her father's wealth,
his good family name.
the room reeked of blood. At sunrise,
the maid found them and informed
the lady of the house. She was thirty,
very pretty, and most disturbed by
the position of her husband, held
by the arms of his butler: companion,
dear friend. She deemed it suicide,
perhaps a murder, but no struggle
was apparent in the placement
of the sheets around their bodies
or hands still entwined. The lady,
counting pride, dignity, and money
on the same fingers, hatched a plan
with the maid to have them moved
so their deaths appeared separate
or the result of an armed dispute,
remembering the eve of their union,
when she knew but was promised
alongside a handsome stock
of her father's wealth,
his good family name.
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God called in sick today
God called in sick today,
and the sky is dancing.
People walked hand in hand
singing in tune with the damned.
Running without stories
‘this is what tragedy feels like’
dead is the new alive
but misery loves company.
Racing with the devil
one doesn't dare stop against
the lord of the damned
he laughs against the concrete.
Can one play with madness
as they dance on clouds of mind?
Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes
And God takes a day off.
Wasted time throwing rocks at stars
souls refuse their eternal rest
they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast
hymn of the shameless.
Obsession is an ugly word.
When d
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Before I Can Become a Writer
Develop insomnia. Develop
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitab
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Directions to the end of the world
Take the first path you find.
Go straight. Keep going.
Past the grocery store; past
the gas station. Leave the post
office behind. Ignore all rest stops,
ice cream shops, and stoplights.
Toss the map – you don’t need
it anymore. The city is dust
behind you; cross the state border;
leave the country. Swim across
the ocean, walk over tundra,
then ice. Keep going.
If you fall off the edge, you’ve gone too far.
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