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Zelle: [email protected] Today I walked downto the Port ofEnsenada To document the dryingof the sun uponthe water The fountain sparkledlike a diamondsodaThe marina carved its nameinto a shellfish Dogs wearing sunglassespeddled dee...
Zelle: [email protected] The traffic was intenso. I drove the brake into the ground. I ripped off the shock absorber that was dangling from the chassis, and threw it in the trash. The van drives better without it. I have no brake light...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Ninety-Nine 1. You don't own the time you spend. 2. It's not yours. 3. It's on loan. 4. Would you pawn your soul 5. To temporarily 6. Borrow 7. Something that will never 8. Bel...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Ninety-Eight 1. I was the self-appointed 2. Shadow King of 3. Phoenix; 4. I had my crown, 5. My box of 6. Kleenex; 7. I picked my thoughts up off the 8. Highway; 9. My song w...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Ninety-Seven 1. Most AI slopcore artists 2. Believe 3. The artificial universe was created 4. By a little girl blowing bubbles 5. Into the economy. 6. The molecular structure 7....
Zelle: [email protected] Almost no onereads The itinerant literature Passing through theroad fields; noone Eats the screamingfruit Thrown from the openwindows Of the passingstars... I hate playing onthe street; the street Is my...
Zelle: [email protected] The neighbor's mother is a witch You can see it in her face, The rage, the blank contempt, The mindless lust for blood. 11.5.26
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Ninety-Six 1. Congratulations. 2. You now have to live with the consequences 3. Of your own sanctimony. 4. You're not going to like it. 5. When it comes, 6. Remember, 7. You ask...
Zelle: [email protected] Proverbs of Smog Chapter Ninety-Five I built a swampIn a casino home,A garden for the frogs.I ate an alligatorRiverboat.I rode the Banjolene downMagazine Street.I washed my knucklesIn AudubonPark.I slept in t...
Zelle: [email protected] Bourbon streetlight, A murder of roses, A bouquet of Crows, Feeding on the bones I throne While I strum And stone My bright red Mandolin; The moon is a candle When She smiles out of Season, Birds...
