Blue ridges

Some wait for twilightsome wait for the sunsome wait for Christmas,and won’t that be fun, we wait in the trencheswe wait on park bencheswe wait like cattlefor the end to come. It’s all about the waitingthat small hesitationbefore stating the obvious, the obvious beingthatwhich we are seeing, the breakdown of societythe rise in povertythe stock…

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The weekend wake

The monsters hide behind the nightlight I long for the daylight, but escape through the skylight, there’s a slight slope to the tiles and I slide down, where down is many miles but not as many miles as there are monsters hiding. Look at me mummy, sliding over the starnbergersee, Idiot! that was Eliot. I…

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