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Stage Four

A bunch of new Bigwigs are boarding Stage Four.

Packing pot luck.

Praying for more.

Dim Sum for your colon.

Some cigarettes too.

A clean linen gown and now what do we do?

What do we do in a room with no view?


We staplegun hope to our faces each day.

We read the endings first.


First Published by Sacred Chickens

 
 
 
Spam Risk

When Your A-Eye Is An A-Hole And Your Gods Are On The Payroll. Spam Risk. White Lies. Loose Lips Commie Spies. When Your Micro Will Not Process Can’t Ask Google How To Cross Dress. Spam Risk. Bad Chip

 
 
 
Auld Lang Syne

Should Truth And Justice Be Forgot. Our Wrongs Defined By Rights. Should Skin That’s Brown Get Out Of Town. Our Days Now Put On ICE. Should Bombs And Drones Be Launched By Phones. Borders. Ripped To S

 
 
 
The Last Time I Saw You

The Letter. Just When You Thought It’s Getting Better. All He’ll Miss Is How You Filled Out Your Sweater. Sacred Places Sad And Dry That He’d Made Wetter. The Letter. The Letter. Clutched In Fist. Cut

 
 
 

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