By Michael Dagen on April 24, 2024
nothing wrong with loving picture flower budding does smell and color attract or taken as bouquet attack truth is I’m picky this means it’s tricky living in deserted mind land sleep walkers amongst children cheers those living young it’s propaganda parroting that’s dumb takes one to know one I’ve been there life’s work getting clear when time for crawling into grave plant me berm style garden way hoping I croak not freezing winter my favorite season bright moon night so pretty forgetting how to relate intimately ages since kissing a thing may drought end soon please. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 23, 2024
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By Michael Dagen on April 22, 2024
remember receiving therapist’s number for Christmas funny loving how we long to be loved found dead frozen crippled robin two mournings ago her nickname was girlfriend she wasn’t afraid of me most days things flow without trying at all sometimes daydreams become reality but cooking is done for one only non toxic ingredients used too bad families don't come that way heart shaped raised bed has been dismantled mailed lego is my let go. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 21, 2024
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 20, 2024
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By Michael Dagen on April 19, 2024
rooting foreign villain split by two women fearful avoidance builds truth pressure eruption release burns everywhere ego has place but not center stage more of a guard rail suicide cage consequences weighed on spiritual level center bubble even or slide down hellward tired and helpless back breaking witness so far overdue birth nearly aborted let go let All sputtering cry worthy of wait serving hard try much thanks to pain dance with insane only the lonely know days within days admitting impressed duration depressed waiting on love is like sucking goat breast. Day Gun
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By Michael Dagen on April 18, 2024
how clean is your stained glass do you see pink thong or glowing blue ass dirty temple garbage house piling poison bargain Foust squirrelly world consistent way expecting different hell to pay owning land yet yearly taxes weaponized assessment value tricked so trained crooked game energy feeding power play not much fun turn fast run help system die until it’s done all the while growing love replace dis-ease with healing hugs now that cat is out da bag sharpen claws own long fangs. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 16, 2024
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 15, 2024
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By Michael Dagen on April 11, 2024
lady bug runaway love hunger I relate starved lumpy rarely funny leash not us wild nature rush stepping out on ledge full breeze flying fest able to mangle who let in depressed doubt as dream neutering trust true test trauma trip bags of burden culture shit slap self silly with simplicity planted trees need strong arm watering takes time learning how to live society upside down hades pit crooked picture perfect see it yet serving something Sacred never met maybe last stretch walked alone just old dog dragging swollen bone. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 8, 2024
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 7, 2024
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By Michael Dagen on April 4, 2024
eclipsed by bullshit track moon notice shadow bit many heroes falling fast inner Authority All we have too bad not looking there so sad ego cares fell on spear sharpest tears map lost way suffer fear tired trying tight old knot passion peels tires hot spinning donuts headache mind picking up her thinking vibes tidy vessel awaits landing periscope sees something incoming True Love outlasts even death embrace your self apocalypse. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on April 4, 2024
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By Michael Dagen on April 1, 2024
cracked phone screen kissing your picture downloads can’t replace winks from wild nature been living here now 16 years Uranus number will lightning strike dear waited so long for true love to grow make-out season rest of days I hope ugly in town as recent snow melts piled up dog shit mixed with heart tells writing on fools day personal holiday trailblazer dreamer full on everyday one more week til' solar eclipse gateway change old ways do flip owning life as continuous art project strange those close never do notice so many secrets wanting deep shares reach out soon honey let’s be a fine pair. Day Gun
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By Ralph E. Cook on March 31, 2024
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By Ralph E. Cook on March 30, 2024
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