dream caged reality

I dreamt I was Raskolnikovthe streets were drowning me in darknesswhen I opened my eyes it was still therePortnoy’s Complaint on my nightstandan unwashed pair of undiesthe alarm clock roaring in the backgroundand the...

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quitter

last night I dreamt that dream againthe one you tell meI’m sorry, I’ve always been this wayI don’t pat you on the shoulderand I don’t say, ’s okay, we’re friends either waysometimes I slap you and some other timesI...

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phone call

I called her last night to talkshe said, don’t call, I don’t want to hear your voice againso I didn’t say a wordjust kept the phone on my ear and heard her cryshe sobbed for minutes to no end until my ear started to burn on...

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black ink

one thousand years of solitude won’t bring you back that smile you never encountered but of which you’ve dreamt a thousand times.   Soseki talks of a girl with black hair for him the translation is simple Konya...

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