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“Rip-Cord Strangulation” by Charlie Centipede

Asses like blankets And paranoid With 9 volt brains And see-thru eyes That suck in the darkness We tried to feed them But they shouted us down Planted out back Behind the under-achievers’ Coats And the clocks continued To spin … Continue reading

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“Declutter” by Scott Sparks

When I can’t get them up off me They still can’t stop me When I’m forlorn and all alone I’ll remain ingrained with determination toe-to-toe What’s more is one day I won’t be the hoarder I once was Getting rid … Continue reading

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“I Float” by Scott Sparks

They breathe against me Teasing like I’m in the grave already Words of wisdom readily hold my vision steady Am I too far gone when I cannot see beyond? When their breath makes me deaf, dumb, blind and withdrawn? Seeking … Continue reading

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“Highlights from Wilderness Kingdom!” by Charlie Centipede

Elegant elephants pick purple pears so swinging serpents can crunch crippled childrens’ chins —Charlie Centipede

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“Untold” by Scott Sparks

The scars under my sleeves need not to breathe Their presence is the essence of my victory But stories told of battle only glorify gold of which shatters Nor do they add to rather be forgotten travesties traveled As if … Continue reading

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“Forgotten Fruit” by Scott Sparks

When I see the sun, I know the day’s begun Some days it seems kinda like there isn’t one That’s when I gotta dig deeper than once thought Stay strong, stay true and stay standing straight up Those impoverished in … Continue reading

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“Shoeless” by Scott Sparks

I park my car in the nearest empty slot The breeze, it would seem, has taken the day off Shoeless, numbered paces and pebbles dent my heels Until soft sand underneath is all my footpads feel Shards of glass from … Continue reading

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