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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

The Boom Boom Room

There’s A Room In The Back. It’s The One That Prints Jack. The One That’s Front Loaded. The One Sugar Coated. Take The Fork In The Road. Take Your Pain A La Mode. Take Your Cue From Your Gods. Get Wha

On The Edge Of A Field

A line of yellow maples crack Spilling branches on Late autumn wheat. This is the sound of Something Ending. This is the sound of Being Alone. Evening. In Majesty approaches. Listen. Be still. There a

The Time I Was Taken To Psycho

Drive In. Black And Dark. Gear Shift. Stuck In Park. Trees. Choke. Limbs. Poke. We’re All Here But No One’s Woke. Slasher. Use The Carving Knife. Slasher. Plan Your After Life. Mother. You’re The Stab

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