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The Man Behind the BarA pictogram set in static stalks a toothless gentleman with one buzzard's eye. A grizzly towel slung over his shoulder seeps grime into a sugar-striped shirt. Cracked, stark-white scales outline the jags of a volcano on three palms. The window's teeth tear into tongues and screech on a standstill sway. The dwarf cloud forest sifts up past bare, bony ankles. The neon buzz went dead.The Man Behind the Bar
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13 Months ApartWhen you wre small you would ball up your angry fists and they were plums, purple and soft beating against the table.13 Months Apart
Your hands grew a little and I would hide one inside mine while we trekked the long block home past the plastic park and the weeping willow. The wind rushed quick and strong down our street.
A few years later you discovered a new way to hold hands silver lockets bought for the skinny necks of young girls remained wrapped, rejected on closet floors.
When your fingers could stretch over guitar strings and telephones I heard o
by ~sunswirledstars
My Fathers CarI like sleeping in your car when its rainingMy Fathers Car
and you\'re listening to AM radio, your\'e humming along to the news. And the drops falling on the window blur the colors of the view outside, of the bare trees and the gray sky and the dancing lines
on the side of the road.
I like sleeping in your car when I\'m dreaming, because the leather seats are always warm. And I dream about tires leaving the road and floating into a storm cloud. To the tune of the NPR.
by ~sunswirledstars
Again this FeelingI tried to sleep, again and again. to find a branch, a rock to cling to. The sun is too bright, its melting me away. into a puddle that made a girl cry. it made your eyes so red. my skin is stained scarlet. and I don\'t know why I get so lost. Lost in this sea. that gets so deep, I have to breathe in you instead. and I don\'t exist. to you at all. or anyone. and I tried to remember, and laugh, at an old memory. but they were all remindersAgain this Feeling
of borders and foreign lands
that close me out. and it rained and I was glad
I could get dirty i
by ~sunswirledstars
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