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                             H   A   D   E   S

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Scour Times

"The Englishman said that he, when captured, had made and kept the following vows to himself: To brush his teeth twice a day, to shave once a day, to wash his face and hands before every meal and after going to the latrine, to polish his shoes once a day, to exercise for at least half an hour each morning and then move his bowels, and to look into a mirror frequently, frankly evaluating his appearance, particularly with respect to posture."

—Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance With Death, Kurt Vonnegut

                                       

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Sun-Gazing

Remove all sight as I face    my          great fear

God strike me blind as         your       shadow disappears.

                                       

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The Metric System

Rejection born of love or hate

Either way—an unbearable weight.

                                       

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Aspirations

Every 10 years they scrape me clean

But oh! 

The miracles in between.

                                       

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Killed by the quiet.

                                       

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Springtime With Missadventure

I was a goner til you showed me 

How to huff the daffodils.

Gulp

Choking on your petrichor

                                       

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Loose Lips

i'm sorry i didn't tell you then i'm sorry i had to tell you now not sorry i told you

                                        

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Vanity and a Funeral

And now it appears as if

My heart will leave my chest!

I must confess,

I could use the rest—

I'll go get dressed.

                                        

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Mag-Lev Meditation

whydoimetastasizeallthispressuretodowhatmostotherscan'tdoanybetter...

                                        

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Stop, Drop, and Listen

Turn down the gaslight, dear, so 

YOU

won't beeeee

dIsTrAcTeD

ANDSOYOUCAN

                                             hear me.

                                        

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Death Taxes Sanguine Satellite

Raging red moon

                     soon to take umbrage at

The Earth throwing shade. 

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Full Mettle Jacket

Me love you wrong time.

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No Tell, William

Twoscore-three seems like a 

Long time to nurse such an 

anemic hand.

I'd consider folding but for the

2 of hearts.

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Resurrection

What are you giving up for Lent, he said

Pretending, she said

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The Every Day

Part I: Trickle

Gravity and fate

Plot to desecrate, create

a chance sanguine mess.

Part II: Gush

Gleaning meaning from

the crimson Rorschach I left

on the diner stool.

Part III: Hemorrhage

The day confiscates

and clots my vitality,

So: I wait for night.

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