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in the land of skinny godz (NPM2017 17 )

In the land of skinny godz there is famine and want the people wander eyes closed voiceless afraid of punishment they tow the line ignore the crimes stand in the lines pray for better times but skinny godz don’t hear … Continue reading

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bag life (NPM2017 16)

  what do homeless people carry in their bags the bags in carts on bikes over weary shoulders the bags that mark them as without outside unhoused wanders carrying their lives in bags do they carry their important papers do … Continue reading

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brick house sunrise

open the curtains in the brick house let the light spill in peeling back the dark illuminating broken things scattered like litter on the side of life the broken dolls games that glicth the only for this side of town … Continue reading

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first language (NPM2017 # 7)

one dreams in first language it is the language of prayer first language is where your soul lives where home is when it’s raining fire it’s where we land after falling through the ground we grow from the cathedral that … Continue reading

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triggers (NPM2017 # 6)

i am from the school of small axes of the days when the most violent write the letter of the law the law often a faithless mistress combines to chalk line my boundaries forgetting who pushed who first or legitimizing it … Continue reading

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in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)

in the beginning before the day wakes up i am whole dreaming the world as it should be i fly in my dreams i can see in dreams the dead whisper in dreams i listen they have let go of … Continue reading

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this poem: 2o17

this poem is the product of a sharp no.2 black keeps remixing itself refuses to die learned of neccesity to multiply this poem wants air wants to breathe deep for those who cant wants wings so it can fly over … Continue reading

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