When hanging by a thread
the thread twists
and the needle burns
When skipping on the sidewalk
the rock gets stuck
in the bottom of my left shoe
The dream when dreaming
is the language of the Gods
many headed hydra
watering the yard
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...