Writing
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son, husband father, grandfather a crazy diamond until the end a lifetime of stories, of mysteries and of love always searching for adventure always seeking the great beyond my childhood you shaped the man I became guided by your vision a fool and a poet, you were more than words could ever describe time may… Read more
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Humans once happy now reduced to mere fingerprints. The strangeness never goes. It never leaves no matter how hard you try. Anniversary of detachment. From coast to coast the bodies sway in time to the music. Drowned family. No childhood. Just a box of relics that fuses love and loss. Heavy drinking leading to birdsong… Read more
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Bald headed Lothario, who fucks in squalid toilets. Those teeth of yellow gravestones. Those dried up gums resembling a dead hookers snatch. The horrors of middle age lust. The irony that’s too ironic to be spoken out loud. Mute applause is all he dreams of. Loves dart, broken and nowhere to be found. Cover fat… Read more
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Aching heads. Imploding bellies. Torn throats from shards of soundless glass. Blown lullabies upon her broken spine. Ashes fall from grey skies. They dance in the air just out of reach. Empty buildings strewn across landscapes old and humble. Ghost towns inhabited by the braindead. Motherfuckers one and all. Cats drinking milk in the cold.… 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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spreading like oil she spreads like a shadow on the moor come become one shapeless bodies, weightless desires as the night breaks us down come become one 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
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the scars of our past a design for life that needs breaking sorrow for sale and the kicks we need everlasting like fury forget the gutless wonders destroy the walls of doubt the indian summer behind our eyes shining despite the fear that shackles us to all that we must let go speak the words… Read more
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You spend your life always losing. Years spent in the shade of great trees only for them to be cut down leaving you naked in the face of a dangerous sun. It’s gaze unforgiving. It makes and destroys you like it were nothing at all. Shadows where life once was. Those last moments spin in… Read more
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Ashes and bones. Walking hands and throats. Killings on every corner. Dragged into the undergrowth and reduced to a mess of vaporised stars. West Virginia. Explosive tempers. Tricks to redeem. Pleasures in every way. Dead sex. Appealing though dismay. Scrap metal. Cumshot blowout. Nicotine fingers in howled mouths. Ageing clothes. Dig to find me. Scrape… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 