Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Inhaling Kitty Litter Dust

I was apparently leading a bedbug marching band around the room Using an empty bottle of Maker’s Mark as my baton when I passed out.   Afterwards I dreamt I was climbing up a mountain of black rhino guts And the sunlight felt like the nerve-wracking breath of a recovering heroin addict.   When I woke up, I was alone in the Rip Van Winkle suite at the Hotel Lafayette […]

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