cocaine

when we’re done having sex, he asks me to blow his cousin in the adjoining room…

greyhound racing life of a side piece

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ice cube tray

two bottles of vodka
four bottles of beer
a few eggs
a bottle of mustard

filling up on emptiness someone’s leftovers

Robin Smith

some people leave you in odd ways. they just disappear from your life. like that.

irish dirge
the absence of malice
of an owl

Michael Rehling

Subway Window

The best time I had was when I forgot myself. I don’t know why I ever came back.

the subway car window
shows only darkness . . .
and my reflection

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Dervish

I can’t figure out if mysticism is ecstatic or a sham. I go between Sufi dancing and wanting fame. Not everyone can sleep in the sand.

emptier
than emptiness:
our first name

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Idealism

I have never been on hard drugs, but it seems like I am. The cacophony of conversations in the cafe melds into my thought process and my mental silence. I thought I was high on meditation this morning, but I guess coffee can cut through inner calm, despite our idealism.

rain or snow?
I remove myself
from myself

 

Nicholas Klacsanzky

 

 

 

Diana Webb