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Danny Price

The Ventriloquist

when the rest of the world seemed so distant
and the invisibility of god was too much to fathom
i turned to a puppet
a stuffed brown dog i had named Grover
 
i confided in him earnestly
and he listened
offering respite in the solitude of my boyhood
 
i saw him as a friend
i saw him as real
confided in him
trusted him
 
until one evening
when reality set upon to my chagrin
and the illusions of my youth were obliterated
 
at that moment
i saw only a toy
between my face and my right hand
pulled him from my fingers
and tossed him across the dark of my bedroom
 
i cried deeply that night
for i had lost a friend
and was truly alone

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sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
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Nosferatulip

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
[tire takes the pirate]

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Gentrification

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
THE ARTIST (in 3 Parts)

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I'd Die For A Kiss

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
The Last Car In The Parking Lot

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
The Apocalypse Diet

when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
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Covet Of The Morning Star

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
The Orange

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
[splendid bit of glee]

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
[we are all worth more]

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
It's Hard To Hear The Fire Go Out

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear



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