Lucid
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Inescapable like fate. Immovable like a mountain. Climbing a church spire and smoking until it hurts your lungs. So much vision and wonder. So many places never to be known. All those lowly insects. All that passion in the back seats of a million burnt out cars. Damned by the touch of all those you’ll… Read more
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Incense. Elicited through emotion, these ghosts play tricks on the mind. They move in and out with ease. Steady like the ebb and flow of a tide. Passing always like the clouds above our heads. Pale dots that move like ink across our eyes. They disguise the orderless truth of wasted days. Trees creep down and… Read more
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Havana. Wisconsin. Trespass my soul for a new way to find the secrets we long to see. Native American fears. Boundless skies stretching blue for as far as the eye can see. Oceans in a bellybutton. Trees hold memories. They sing to us as we walk so lonesome to pass the time of day. A… Read more
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These rooms. They attract too many shadows. Balloons tied to my feet. Crayons drawn on my pale face to make me more colourful. Horses sinking on the horizon. Cigarettes staining what was once fresh linen. Stray dogs and energy drinks at every turn. Paychecks for virtual blowjobs. Writing not as something spiritual, but as something… Read more
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Don’t try finding me. I’ll be a ghost before dawn comes calling. Maybe it was just a whim. Maybe it was because the pieces couldn’t be put back together any more. Who can say when the only witness lays scattered in the dark. Who can say what we’re looking for when we ourselves can’t say… Read more
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Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that… Read more
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New York snow. A labyrinth of streets with no name. Prise open the door of a crashed car as the steam from nearby sewers engulfs us. We implode as a train on the subway derails to the ringing of the Liberty Bell. Plastic chairs that fall into the gutter as buildings collapse beneath a… Read more
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Faces in a black and white photograph. Childhood nightmares wrapped in animal hearts. Blistered skin beneath an opaque sun. She bursts into flames. She speaks soundless words as day turns into night. Each blameless vessel, lingering out of view as the city lights blind with cheap trickery. Forged in empty spaces of time, stories that… Read more
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10lbs of bones. 21 women. It could be more but never less. Lakeside lovers. Poverty in crows feet. Identify my lack of guts amongst the dreams of sleeping bees. Honey soaked guilt. Shoes in the corner of a darkened room. Wolves at opaque doors. Smoke cigarettes to open passage ways to the unborn. Sniff fingers… Read more
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Buildings in the sky. Markings on humble bodies. Low income dreams. Individual fantasies on a grand scale. Aggressive yet passive. Demonic yet platonic. Stray dogs in California. Insomnia in your local cemetery. Day to day lust. Suburbs to the crystal hills. City black’d guns. Shut your windows. Keep closed your doors. Sixteen years pretty, a… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 