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Ice cream may trickle on furnace-hot days. Mascara runs rivers of black with sad tears. Feast on her cheekbones, the curves of her body. With her,...
blissful to bask in bubble bath, instead constrained by corset to curtail contemplation as a comma.
tidy. Time stomps. Stories into slime. Run from home. But don’t return. Time pulverizes panes. Rots wood. Peels paint. All your nostalgia. Sawdust...
not what the world sees? How long before the monster in the mirror becomes this failed me?
According to the news article, the foot was all that was left of him. No idea why. It will be published in Five Fleas, most likely tomorrow.
survived, but you did not. The rest of you is missing. A 140 degrees hot pool didn’t like your toes, I suppose, and spit them up to waiting arms....
If you can, I recommend retiring. Best job ever!
Wow, that could be really frightening! My first thought was that they were looking for a good place for coffee.
I like this!
Excellent, Jay!
Another lovely poem!
I like these, Jay!
It's still early in the morning. People will hopefully see your post after they figure out which day and time it is, and start posting. The site...
Thanks, I needed an end of daylight savings time laugh!
missile, target lost or simply vanished. you are a lost soul aboard a bus that wanders midnight streets in search of heaven or hell.
Coffee and dogs, coffee and dogs
