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Nostalgia | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. March 20, 2015. The lucid dreaming of driving. The headlights burn tunnels, stare holes like Superman into the night. The Venturi effect inhales the car. The night closes behind like a fist. I am going where the figurative becomes literal. Replacing opium dreams with black leather hallucinations. The Emerald City – St. Francis, the City of. Beaten on a breakup night. My future ex-girlfriend nurses the department store dummy back to health. 8211; the Past. Swaying li...
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. March 25, 2015. I wrap this package. In brilliantine and tears. Ovum entrusted in your care. All the dying fetuses. Fail to migrate home. Comfort, solemn vows. Where in this debris. Is your name written? Which is my life? By what right did you think. Of my brilliantly lit interior? Lights out, no one home. How could you have failed. And with so little thought? And how could I have entrusted. With someone so untrustworthy? I trundle my guts in carts. I am happy now.
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I will ruin myself against you | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. I will ruin myself against you. November 13, 2015. I used to be upstanding, outstanding. Hip, cool, a cracking whip. Struck low by a half-pint chanteuse. In a polka dot dress and cherry red lipstick. A dime store clerk in a $20 dress. She hangs her head, convinced of a failure. Of an intention not begun. An intention still born, dead. I will ruin myself against you. I will drag myself through filth. I will slay a dragon for you. I will give you all my wealth. And I ...
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Swerve | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. March 19, 2015. Red lips and a whisper. A light touch to the side of my face. You, a tight bodied wonder with cascading hair. Entered our world and turned it. Like the cake, upside down. You had every man’s attention. You and your coterie of girls. But you were the cherry at the center. A musical gift, a violent violinist. A match made in Hoboken. Strike it and it burns. Playing music at a wedding I did not want to be a part of. Who would miss the groom?
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Video | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. I will ruin myself against you. November 13, 2015. I used to be upstanding, outstanding. Hip, cool, a cracking whip. Struck low by a half-pint chanteuse. In a polka dot dress and cherry red lipstick. A dime store clerk in a $20 dress. She hangs her head, convinced of a failure. Of an intention not begun. An intention still born, dead. I will ruin myself against you. I will drag myself through filth. I will slay a dragon for you. I will give you all my wealth. And I ...
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The Day I Woke Up | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. The Day I Woke Up. March 20, 2015. I am real, I obstruct, I cast shadows. 3 o-clock I melt. 4 o-clock grow like vines. 5 o-clock tower like tree,s like mountains, like your father. She says, I am not your amanuensis, your ingenue, your lover. She says, eyes like quarters thrown into a furnace. Blau augen, I say. Blue eyes, I say. Oh, she says, you’re not listening. Listen she says, these eyes are disposable. Death is simply…a redistribution of matter. And I knew it.
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Time Squared | Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen
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Wangzen.com, home of the poet Wangzen. March 25, 2015. Vowed to not write of torturous things. Had enough of paths leading nowhere. Liking not knowing not caring if I love you. Kick me to the ghetto curb: rockstar. A lesson in knowing my place. Stop reaching for the stars. Walk on baby, walk on feet of clay. Fair skin clothing, thumbprint. Firmly placed leaves impression. Kind of skin you spank. Offering the leather slipper. Was a tad extravagant. After goodnight kisses,. After goodnight makeout sessions.
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